ومهفهَفِ الأعطافِ مُرْهَفِها

كالغُصْنِ يومَ الطلِّ والطشِّ

Her slender waist sways

Like a branch on a day of drizzle and rain

يُزهَى بوجهٍ جَلَّ منظرُهُ

خَلَعَ الجمالَ عليه ذو العرش

Adorned with a face of surpassing beauty

On which the Lord of the Throne bestowed perfection

نَقَشَتْ يدُ الجُدَريِّ وَجْنَتَهُ

ما جازَ دينارٌ بلا نَقْش

The hand of the Maker has engraved her cheeks

As no gold coin is without engraving

تالله أُقْصِرُ عن مودَّتِهِ

ومطيَّتي شيءٌ سوى النعش

My riding beast falls short of my love for her

And nothing carries me but the bier