لا تَتَّقيني الشولُ بِالفَحلِ دونها

لا تَتَّقيني الشولُ بِالفَحلِ دونها

وَلا يَأخُذ الأَرماحَ لي ما أُطاردُ

وَلا يَأخُذ الأَرماحَ لي ما أُطاردُ

The dry she-camels do not ward me off with their bull before them.

She does not wear the leg chain but with her stallion by her

Nor does what I pursue carry off my spears.

Nor take I spears when she pursues me with glance and goad.

تقلّبُ عَينَيها وَتَنظُرُ فَوقَها

تقلّبُ عَينَيها وَتَنظُرُ فَوقَها

وَأَنقاءُ ساقيْها قسومٌ بدائِدُ

وَأَنقاءُ ساقيْها قسومٌ بدائِدُ

She rolls her eyes and looks above her.

Restless are her glances and she looks above her,

And the marrow of her two shanks lies in scattered portions.

While her smooth legs are like Indian blades, bare and sharp.