أُبادِرُ شَوّالاً بِظَبيَةَ إِنَّني

أَتَتني بِها الأَهواءُ مِن كُلِّ جانِبِ

I hasten to Shawwal with a gazelle

The winds have brought her to me from all directions

بِمالِئَةِ الحِجلَينِ لَو أَنَّ مَيِّتاً

وَإِن كانَ في الأَكفانِ تَحتَ النَصائِبِ

With her thighs fully fleshed, if she called a dead man -

Even if he were in his shroud beneath the tombstones -

دَعَتهُ لِأَلقى التُربَ عَنهُ اِنتِفاضَهُ

وَلَو كانَ تَحتَ الراسِياتِ الرَواسِبِ

He would shake off the dust to go to her

Even if he were beneath firmly lodged stones.