يا رب غانية بيضاء تصحبني
من العتاب كؤوساً ليس تنساغُ
Oh, many a fair-skinned beauty keeps me company
with cups of reproach that will not go down.
أشتاق طرتها أم صدغها ومعي
من كلها طرر سورد واصداغ
Do I long for her forelock or her temple-lock, when I have
from her whole self, [black?] forelocks and temple-locks?
كأننا لا أتاح الله فرقتنا
يا لعبة المسك باز تحته زاغ
It is as though we were—may God never allow our parting—
O doll of musk, a falcon with a crow beneath it.
Sol 6.1