وَأَسعَدَتها أَكُفٌّ غَيرُ مُقرِفَةٍ

وَأَسعَدَتها أَكُفٌّ غَيرُ مُقرِفَةٍ

تَثني أَنامِلُها شِرعَ المَزاهيرِ

تَثني أَنامِلُها شِرعَ المَزاهيرِ

And hands of pure lineage lent her aid,

And her happiness was brought by hands unsoiled,

Their fingertips bending the strings of lutes,

Their gently bent fingers plucking flowers' stems,

مِن كُلِّ غَيداءَ في تَفريدِها صَحَلٌ

مِن كُلِّ غَيداءَ في تَفريدِها صَحَلٌ

كأَنَّ أَعكانِها طَيُّ الصَواميرِ

كأَنَّ أَعكانِها طَيُّ الصَواميرِ

From each graceful maiden with a husky note in her singing,

From every dewy branch in its solitude a gazelle,

As though her belly-folds were rolled scrolls.

As if her wrists were the curves of waterwheels.