إنِّي وَإنْ كُنْتُ آبَنُوسِي

فَالكَتْم مِنْ شِيمَتي وَسُوسِي

Though I am an ebony idol carved,

Silence and discretion suit my nature well.

والمِسْكُ لَوْنِي إليْهِ يُعْزَى

وَحَبَّذَا العِطْرُ للْعَرُوسِ

To musk my hue is likened,

And the bride's scent is mingled in my smell.

أَفْرطْنَ في بِرِّي الغَوانِي

كُلَّ نَفِيسٍ هَوَى النفُوسِ

I have exceeded in my perfumes and trousseau,

Drawing the souls in loving zeal.

فَمِن رُؤُوسٍ إِلى أَكُفٍّ

وَمِنْ أَكُفّ إِلَى رُؤُوسِ

From palms to wrists, from wrists to palms,

My scent of ambergris travels.