1. عن أَيمنِ الجِزعِ دونَ الأَثلِ باناتُ

    لنَا بِحُكمِ الهوىَ فيها لُباناتُ

    To the right of the valley bend, before the tamarisks, stand ben trees.

    By love's decree, we have longings there.

  2. وأربُعٌ للصبَّا وَلِّى بِها زَمَنٌ

    غَضٌّ فَللَّهِ هاتيكَ اللُّييلاتُ

    And haunts of youth, where there passed a time

    Fresh and tender—by God, those little nights!

  3. يا سعدُ قف ناشِداً لي في مَلاعِبها

    حياً ظباهُ نفوراتٌ أنيساتُ

    O Saʿd, halt and seek for me in their playgrounds

    A tribe whose gazelles are skittish yet friendly.

  4. ففي خدورِ خيِامِ القَومِ غانِيَةٌ

    بِغَيرها لم تكُن تصفو المسراَّت

    For in the private chambers of the tribe's tents is a beauty,

    Without whom pleasures were never unclouded.

  5. للحلي في قَدِّها إِ تَنثَني زَجلٌ

    كَمَا تَغنَّت على غُصنٍ حَمَاماتُ

    Her jewelry rings upon her figure when she bends,

    As doves sing upon a branch.

  6. صَحتَ وصَحَّت لنا أَعطافُ قامَتِها الن

    شوى وأَجَفانُها الَمرضى السَّقيمات

    Sober and sound for us grew the curves of her drunken figure,

    And her sickly, ailing eyelids.

  7. ما أَبعد الصَّبرَ من قَلبٍ كَسَتهُ أَسىً

    كواعِبٌ عَربيَّاتٌ أَبيَّاتُ

    How far patience is from a heart clothed in sorrow

    By proud, full-breasted Arab maidens!

  8. غِيدق لهُنَّ خُصور قد لَعِبنَ بِها

    هِيفٌ ظِماءٌ وأَردافٌ رَوياتُ

    Graceful maidens, with waists they have toyed with—

    Slender and thirsty—and hips well-watered.

  9. يُميلهُنَّ الصبِّا تيهاً فَتُضِرمُ في

    أَحشائنا لاعِجَ الوَجدِ الصبَّاباتُ

    Youth makes them sway in pride; thus is kindled in

    Our entrails the searing flame of passion, by ardent longings.

  10. كأَنهنَّ الغُصونُ النَّاعماتُ وقَد

    لاحَت عَلَيهنَّ أَقمارٌ مُنيراتُ

    They seem like supple boughs; and already

    Radiant moons have appeared upon them.

  11. للَجفنِ منهُنَّ سِحرُ الغانياتِ وللسُّ

    كرِ الثُّغورُ وَكُلٌّ بابِليَاتُ

    Their eyelids hold the magic of beauties; and for intoxication,

    Their mouths—and all are Babylonian.

  12. ما الَمشَرفِياتُ إِلاَّ لَحظُهُنَّ ولا

    تلكَ المعاطِفُ إِلاَّ السَّمهرياتُ

    Mashrafi swords are nothing but their glances; nor

    Are those swaying forms anything but Samhari spears.