شَعَراتٌ قَد رُكّبت في نِصابٍ

هُنَّ سَوطُ العَذابِ فَوقَ الذُبابِ

Strands that were installed in a watering trough

They are the whip of torment above the flies

وَلِذاكَ النِصابِ صَورَةُ كَفٍّ

وُضِعَت مِنهُ مَوضِعَ الأَذنابِ

And for that watering trough, the shape of a palm

Put in place of tails

ذاتَ رِفقٍ بِحَكِّ جِلديَ تُهدي

راحَةً مِن أَذىً بِلا إِتعابِ

With gentle stroking of my skin it gives

Comfort from harm without exhaustion

يا لَها مِن مِذبَّةِ زينِ كَفٍّ

جَمَعَت بَينَ راحَةٍ وَعَذابِ

Oh what an affliction of the beauty of a palm

That combines both comfort and torment