مَن لي بطيبِ الوصلِ من غادة

وهي كَعابٌ عندها الشيبُ عابْ

Who will bring me the joy of union with one I love,

Though now old age makes her charm decay?

تُسَوّدُ الحنّاءَ في كَفّهَا

عِشْقاً لمسودّ عِذارِ الشّباب

With henna she blacks her hands for love

Of a youth whose grace has passed away.

كفٌّ من الكافور هذي التي

أرى من المسك عليها خضاب

Hand white as camphor this that I view

Dyed as with essence of musk it were.