وَجَارِيَةٍ ظنَناهَا غُلاماً

بِفَتْرَةِ مُقْلَةٍ وَنَشَاطِ قَدِّ

A maid we thought a lad,

With languid grace and sprightly tread;

رَآهَا الشَّيْخُ فَانْبَعَثتْ قُواهُ

وَبُشِّرَ بِالشَّبابِ المُسْتَجَدِّ

The old man saw, his strength returned,

And joyful at new youth he yearned.

وَأتبَعَ رِدْفَها نَظَراً فَقَالتْ

أَظُنُّ الشَّيْخَ مِن أَكْنَافِ نَجْدِ

He followed with his gaze, till she

Rebuked, “I think he's from Nejd's lea!"