وَدَعجاءِ المَحاجِرِ مِن مَعَدٍّ

كَأَنَّ حَديثَها ثَمرُ الجِنانِ

The crooked-nosed damsel from Ma'add

Her conversation is like fruits of Paradise

إِذا قامَت لِمَشيَتِها تَثَنَّت

كَأَنَّ عِظامَها مِن خَيزُرانِ

When she gets up to walk, she sways

As if her bones were made of bamboo cane

يُنَسّيكَ المُنى نَظَرٌ إِلَيها

وَيَصرِفُ وَجهُها وَجهَ الزَمانِ

A look at her makes you forget your wishes

And turns the face of time itself away