شَكَوْتُ إلى ذَاكَ الجمالِ صَبَابةً

تُكَلِّفُ جَفْنِي أنَّه قَطُّ لا يَغْفُو

I complained to that beauty of youthfulness

That burdens my eyelids as if it were a cat that never sleeps

فَلانَتْ لِي الأَعْطَافُ وَالخَصْرُ رَقَّ لي

وَلَكنْ تَجافى الشَّعْرُ واثَّاقَلَ الرِّدْفُ

So the hips swayed for me and the waist softened

But the hair was aloof and the butt heavy