أَلمِم بِجورٍ في الصِفاحِ حِسانِ
هَيَّجنَ مِنكَ رَوائِعَ الأَحزانِ
I bear injustice with forbearance in the whiteness of dawn,
You stirred in me the finest sorrows,
بيضٍ أَوانِسَ قَد أَصَبنَ مَقاتِلي
يُشبِهنَ تُلعَ شَوادِنِ الغِزلانِ
With white maidens who resemble fawns of the grazing deer,
And remember for them an ardor in yourself entering,
وَاِذكُر لَهُنَّ جَوىً بِنَفسِكَ داخِلاً
قَد هاضَ عَظمي حَرُّهُ وَبَراني
My bones became hot and my flesh burned,
As if your heart the day you came to bid farewell
فَكَأَنَّ قَلبَكَ يَومَ جِئتَ مُوَدِّعاً
بِدَلالِهِنَّ وَرُبَّما أَضناني
Was affectionate to them and perhaps made me jealous,
And I met them in the morning with a supple one
وَكَلِفتُ مِنهُنَّ الغَداةَ بِغادَةٍ
مَجدولَةٍ جُدِلَت كَجَدلِ عِنانِ
Braided like the braiding of reins,
Her buttocks were heavy so standing was hard for her,
ثَقُلَت عَجيزَتُها فَراثَ قِيامُها
وَمَشَت لَمَشيِ الشارِبِ النَشوانِ
She walked with the walk of one relaxed and tipsy,
She looked at you with the glances of a gazelle doe,
نَظَرَت إِلَيكَ بِمُقلَتَي يَعفورَةٍ
نَظَرَ الرَبيبِ الشادِنُ الوَسنانَ
The looks of a fawn, young, tender and delicate,
She has a good place where she dwells,
وَلَها مَحَلٌّ طَيِّبٌ تَقرو بِهِ
بَقلِ التِلاعِ بِحافَتَي عَمّانِ
At the slopes of Telal amid the outskirts of Amman,
Oh heart why do you still indulge
يا قَلبُ ما لَكَ لا تَزالُ مُوَكَّلاً
تَهذي بِهِندٍ عِندَ حينِ أَوانِ
When she is mentioned although grief has overcome me and I have kept silent,
If only when I approached her veil one day
ما إِن أَشَدتُ بِذِكرِها لَكِنَّهُ
غُلِبَ العَزاءُ وَبُحتُ بِالكِتمانِ
I found her talk healing,
As though pure camphor and musk
لَو كُنتُ إِذ أَدنَفتُ مِن كَلَفٍ بِها
يَوماً أَصَبتُ حَديثَها لَشَفاني
Were fragrant on her in pocket and lap,
Bashira stood out famously smooth-faced
وَكَأَنَّ كافوراً وَمِسكاً خالِصاً
عَبِقا بِها بِالجَيبِ وَالأَردانِ
Below the citadels and fortresses of Al-Hawthan,
I compared her beauty to the morning sun
وَجَلَت بَشيرَةُ سُنَّةً مَشهورَةً
دونَ الأَراكِ وَراهِنِ الحَوذانِ
Yet she is a slayer and doll of monks,
شَبَّهتُها مِن حُسنِها شَمسَ الضُحى
وَهِيَ القَتولُ وَدُميَةُ الرُهبانِ
