راقَهُ مِنها بَياضٌ ناصِعٌ
يُؤْنِقُ العَينَ وَضافٍ مُسبَكِرّْ
Her radiance is dazzling white
Captivating the eye, inebriating, bright
تَهلِكُ المِدرَاةُ في أَفنائِهِ
فَإِذا ما أَرسَلَتهُ يَنعَفِرْ
She destroys resolve when she's in sight
And when she glances, sparks take flight
جَعدَةٌ فَرعاءُ في جُمجُمَة
ضَخمَةٍ تَفرُقُ عَنها كَالضُّفُرْ
Her hair is curled in ringlets slight
On a head so large, majestic in its height
شاذِخٌ غُرَّتُهَا مِن نِسوَةٍ
كُنَّ يَفضُلنَ نِسَاءَ النَّاسِ غُرّْ
Haughty, yet her arrogance took root
Among women who all others did outshine
وَلَهَا عَينَا خَذُولٍ مُخرِفٍ
تَعلَقُ الضَّالَ وَأَفنانَ السَّمُرْ
Eyes wanton, sly, and acute
Ensnare the lost, the addicts drunk on wine
وَإِذا تَضحَكُ أَبدَى ضِحْكُها
أُقْحُواناً قَيَّدَتهُ ذَا أُشُرْ
When she laughs, her laughter does reveal
Jeweled teeth imprisoned, shining like steel
لَو تَطَعَّمْتَ بِهِ شَبَّهتَهُ
عَسَلاً شِيبَ بِهِ ثَلجٌ خَصِرْ
Were it infused, you'd think it pure honey
Aged on snow, chilled round the waist so lean
صَلتَةُ الخَدِّ طَويلٌ جِيدُها
ناهِدُ الثَدْيِ وَلَمَّا يَنكَسِرْ
Cheeks soft, neck long and supple, lovely
Bosom high, no flaw in between
مِثلُ أَنفِ الرِّئمِ يُنبِي دِرْعَها
في لَبَانٍ بَادِنٍ غَيرِ قَفِرْ
A nose like a spear tips her vestment fine
Over smooth skin, not a seam is seen
فَهْيَ هَيفَاءُ هَضِيمٌ كَشحُهَا
فَخْمَةٌ حَيثُ يُشَدُّ المُؤتَزَرْ
She's plump, holds back, her greed a blight
Thick where the skirt's tied tight
يَبْهَظُ المِفضَلَ مِن أَردَافِهَا
ضَفِرٌ أُردِفَ أَنقَاءَ ضَفِرْ
Her ample thighs bring favor from the knight
Calf met calf in succession tight
وَإِذا تَمشِي إِلَى جارَاتِها
لَم تَكَد تَبلُغُ حَتّى تَنبَهِرْ
When she walks to join her friends outside
She barely takes a step before both thighs collide
دَفَعَت رَبلَتُهَا رَبلَتَهَا
وَتَهادَتْ مِثْلَ مَيلِ المُنْقَعِرْ
Her substantial legs both thrust aside
Swaying just like a hillside eroded inside
وَهْيَ بَدَّاءُ إِذا ما أَقبَلَت
ضَخمَةُ الجِسْمِ رَدَاحٌ هَيدَكُرْ
Approaching she seems unrefined and wide
Heavy, lurching from side to side
يُضْرَبُ السَّبْعُونَ في خَلْخالِهَا
فَإِذا ما أَكرَهَتهُ يَنكَسِرْ
Seventy lashes against her leg won't bend
But when she's had enough, the whip does rend
نَاعَمَتْهَا أُمُّ صِدْقٍ بَرَّةٌ
وَأَبٌ بَرٌّ بِها غَيرُ حَكِرْ
She was raised by a mother honest and kind
And a father rightly just, neither blind nor unkind
