وَقَفَتْني ما بَيْنَ هَمٍّ وبوسِ
وثَنَتْ بَعْدَ ضِحْكَة بِعُبوسِ
She held me between worry and misery,
And followed a laugh with a frown.
ورَأَتْني مَشَّطْتُ عاجاً بِعاجٍ
وهي الآَبُنوسُ بالآَبنوسِ
And she saw that I had combed ivory with ivory,
While she [combed] ebony with ebony.
Sol 6.1