تَرَكَتْنا بِطيبِها إِذْ تَغَنَّتْ
شَغَفٌ بَيْنَ أَنَّةٍ ونَحَيبِ
With her sweetness, when she sang, she left us
In ardent love, between a moan and a sob.
طِبَّةٌ بِالغِناءِ فَهي لأَسْقا
مِ النُّدامى لَطافَةً كَالطَّبيبِ
Skilled in song, she is, for the ailments
Of her drinking companions, as gentle as a physician.
أَلِفَتْها القُلوبُ لَمّا رَأَتْها
صَاغَها اللهُ مِنْ سَوادِ القُلوبِ
Hearts grew fond of her when they saw her:
God fashioned her from the dark core of hearts.
Sol 6.1