بأبي مخيِّلَةٌ إذا رقصتْ

رَقَصَ الفؤادُ ونقَّطَ الدمعُ

May my father be her ransom—a proud beauty when she dances:

The heart dances, and tears fall drop after drop.

رَفَعَتْ نقابَ الحسنِ ثم شَدَتْ

فافتنَّ فيها الطرفُ والسمعُ

She raises beauty’s veil, and then she sings;

And eye and ear alike are captivated by her.