مَرَّ بي سِربُ ظِباءِ

رائِحاتٍ مِن قُباءِ

A flock of gazelles passed by me

With scents wafting from Kuba

زُمَراً نَحوَ المُصَلّى

مُسرِعاتٍ في خَلاءِ

Groups heading to the place of worship

Rushing through the wilderness

فَتَعَرَّضتُ وَأَلقَي

تُ جَلابيبَ الحَياءِ

So I got in their way and threw off

The robes of modesty

وَقَديماً كانَ عَهدي

وَفَتوني بِالنِساءِ

Though long ago I had taken a vow

And women had seduced me