بِقَلبي عَن هَوى البيض اِنصِراف

وَيُعجِبُني مِنَ السُّمر القِضاف

My heart is turned away from pining for the fair-skinned maidens,

And I take delight instead in the tanned and dusky ones.

وَإِن لَم أَنتَفِع بِالوُدّ مِنها

فَلَيسَ عَلَيَّ من قَلبي خِلاف

Though she may give me no benefit from her affection,

Yet my heart holds no grudge against her.