لَوَ اِنَّ اللُؤمَ يُنسَبُ كانَ عَبداً

قَبيحَ الوَجهِ أَعوَرَ مِن ثَقيفِ

If cowardice could be ascribed, he’d be

A slave, ugly-faced, blind in one eye from Thaqif;

تَرَكتَ الدينَ وَالإيمانَ جَهلاً

غَداةَ لَقيتَ صاحِبَةَ النَصيفِ

You abandoned faith and religion in ignorance

The next morning after meeting the owner of the cloak;

وَراجَعتَ الصِبا وَذَكَرتَ لَهواً

مِنَ الأَحشاءِ وَالخَصرِ اللَطيفِ

And you returned to youth and recalled in vain desire

Of the belly and the delicate waist.