هويتُ أعرابيةً ريقُها

عذْبٌ ولي فيها عذابٌ مذابْ

Her saliva is sweet though she torments me,

My head with her has grayed, my eyes lack sleep,

رأسي بها شيبانُ والطرفُ مِنْ

نبهانَ والعذَّالُ فيها كلابْ

Yet her hound dogs me whatever I do,

To her love I’m in thrall though she makes me weep.