بُثَينَةُ مِن صِنفٍ يُقَلِّبنَ أَيدِيَ ال

رُماةِ وَما يَحمِلنَ قَوساً وَلا نَبلا

Buthaina is of a kind that makes archers' hands quiver

Yet she carries no bow or arrows

وَلَكِنَّما يَظفَرنَ بِالصَيدِ كُلَّما

جَلَونَ الثَنايا الغُرَّ وَالأَعيُنُ النُجلا

But she hunts down prey whenever

She reveals dimples and eyes like a fawn's

يُخالِسنَ ميعاداً يُرَعنَ لِقَولِها

إِذا نَطَقَت كانَت مَقالَتُها فَصلا

She keeps a tryst whose words they hasten to hear

When she speaks, her speech is conclusive

يَرَينَ قَريباً بَيتَها وَهيَ لا تَرى

سِوى بَيتِها بَيتاً قَريباً وَلا سَهلا

They see her home as near, while she sees

No home near hers, no plain or dale