دِيارٌ لِسُعدى إِذ سُعادُ جِدايَةٌ

مِنَ الأُدمِ خُمصانُ الحَشى غَيرُ خَنثَلِ

The abode of my beloved is a source of joy for me

Her slim waist sways gently, not rigidly

هِجانُ البَياضِ أُشرِبَت لَونَ صُفرَةٍ

عَقيلَةُ جَوٍّ عازِبٍ لَم يُحَلَّلِ

The whiteness of her complexion took on a yellowish hue

Like a passing rain cloud that has not yet rained

إِذا هِيَ لَم تَستَك بِعودِ أَراكَةٍ

تُنُخِّلَ فَاِستاكَت بِهِ عودُ إِسحِلِ

When she did not lean on a willow branch

She leaned on a tamarisk branch and it swayed