وَلَقَد قالَت لِأَترابٍ لَها
كَالمَها يَلعَبنَ في حُجرَتِها
She said to her companions, their words
Playing in her chamber,
خُذنَ عَنّي الظِلَّ لا يَتبَعُني
وَمَضَت تَسعى إِلى قُبَّتِها
"Take the shade from me, let it not follow me"
And she walked quickly to her dome.
لَم يُصِبها نَكَدٌ فيما مَضى
ظَبيَةٌ تَختالُ في مَشيَتِها
No troubles had afflicted her in times past,
A gazelle frolicking in her gait,
لَم تُعانِق رَجُلاً فيما مَضى
طَفلَةٌ غَيداءُ في حُلَّتِها
She'd never embraced a man in times past,
A chirping girl in her gown.
لَم يَطِش قَطُّ لَها سَهمٌ وَمَن
تَرمِهِ لا يَنجُ مِن رَميَتِها
No arrow had ever struck her, and he who
She would strike, would not escape her shooting.
