وافَت وَوَفَت وَعدَها

في لَيلَةٍ مَبروكَه

She kept her promise

On a blessed night

جاءَت بِثَوبٍ كَريشَةٍ

وَعُصبَةٍ مَحبوكَه

She came in a dress like feathers

And a braided headband

الحَبَّةُ الخَضراءُ عَلى

وَجَناتِها مَسبوكَه

The green bead on

Her sculpted cheeks

وَالقامَةُ السُمرُ أَغدَت

بِكَثيبِها مَنهوكَه

Her slender figure became

Bent with her mound

وَلِحاظِها قَد أَصبَحَت

في مُهجَتي مَشبوكَه

And her pillow has become

Entwined in my mind

وَمَدامِعي مِن أَجلِها

مَعَ نُطفَتي مَسفوكَه

And my tears for her

Are poured with my passion

شَبَّهتُ سَرَّتُها الَّتي

نَفسي بِها مَهتوكَه

I compared her veil that

My soul is infatuated with

آثارُ كَعبٍ عَلِمَت

في كَسبِهِ مَدموكَه

To the traces of anklets I knew

Were made to be worn

فيما يَليها قُبَّةٌ

مِن حَلبَةٍ مَفروكَه

Below it a dome

Of a wondrous creation