سامي التَّلِيلِ كأَنَّ عَقْدَ عِذارِهِ

في رَأسِ غُصنِ البانَةِ المَيَّادِ

Like the necklace adorning the delicate branch of the willow tree,

At the head of the soft, pliant twig.

يُهْدى بمِثْلِ الفَرْقَدَينِ ونابَ عَنْ

رَعْيِ السِّماكِ بقَلبِهِ الوَقّادِ

It is presented like a pair of precious gems, having abandoned

The pasturing of well-fed fish in his fiery heart.

فكَأنَّما أَطَأُ الأباطحَ والرُّبى

بعُقابِ شاهِقَةٍ وحَيَّةِ وَادِ

So it seems I walked the dunes and hills

With legs long and slender like a serpent’s valley.

وكأَنَّهُ من تحتِ سَوْطِيَ خارجاً

في الرَّوعِ شُعْلَةُ قادحٍ بِزِنادِ

And it seems that because of my whip, fleeing in fright,

A fiery brand sparked by flint and steel.