يا أَبا القاسِمِ قَلبي

بِكَ صَبٌّ مُستَهامُ

O Abu al-Qasim, my heart

Is consumed by love and enthralled by you.

بِأَبي مَركَبُكَ الصَع

بُ الَّذي لَيسَ يُرامُ

May my father be ransom for your difficult mount,

The one that is impossible to tame.

وَبِدارانِ يَميلا

نِ كَما مالَ الرُكامُ

And for two hips that incline and sway,

Just as the heavy, heaped clouds sway.

وَعِذارٍ زانَهُ مِن

زَغَبِ الشَعرِ لِجامُ

And for a side-lock adorned

By the downy hair acting as a bridle.

طِبتَ وَالعِفَّةُ عَن تَق

بيلِ خَدَّيكَ حَرامُ

You are delightful, yet abstinence from

Kissing your cheeks is a sin.

فَأَبِن لي أَكَعابٌ

أَنتَ أَم أَنتَ غُلامُ

So declare to me: are you a maiden with swelling breasts,

Or are you a young boy?