لم أنس غانيةً وقفت ببابها

لم أنس غانيةً وقفت ببابها

وبكف ساقيها الرحيق الناقي

وبكف ساقيها الرحيق الناقي

I have not forgotten a beauty at whose door I stood,

I have not forgotten a maiden who stood at her door

And in her cupbearer’s hand was pure nectar.

And from her swaying ankles poured clear wine

قالت وقد كشف الهوا عن ساقها

قالت وقد كشف الهوا عن ساقها

من أنت قلت غلام هذا الساق

من أنت قلت غلام هذا الساق

She said, as the wind had bared her leg,

She said, as desire unveiled her leg:

“Who are you?” I said, “A servant of this leg.”

"Who are you?" I said: "I am the slave of this leg."