من علْمَ اللَّفظَ سِحرَ النَّاظِرِ السَّاجي

وصاغَ تحتَ الطُّلَى حُقَّين من عاجِ

He who knew the magic of words to enchant the beholder,

And molded beneath the coating two pearls of ivory,

ومن أقامَ قضيبَ البانِ مُنتصباً

على كثيبٍ من الأردافِ رجراج

And who erected the rod of the myrtle standing tall,

Upon a dune of buttocks fluttering to and fro,

وأطلعَ البدر من لألاءِ غُرّتِها

يضيءُ في جنح ليل الطرّةِ الدّاجي

And brought out the full moon from the dewiness of her cheek,

Illuminating in the wing of the dark night,

لِلّهِ ما حازَ ذاك القدُّ من هَيفٍ

وذلكِ الخدُّ من حُسْنٍ وإبهاجِ

By God, that waist never attained such flexion,

Nor that cheek such beauty and radiance,

شَمسٌ تَنقُل من أَحْشاءِ من فتنَتْ

من الأنامِ بأَفلاكٍ وأبراج

A sun moving from the insides of one who seduced

People with her planets and mansions,

فلا تَسَلْ كم سبَتْ وجداً وكم قتلَتْ

يَومَ الفراق ولكِنْ سَلْ عن الناجي

So do not ask how many she captivated and how many she killed

On the day of separation, but ask about the survivors,