1. طَرَقَتنا ذاتُ البَنانِ الأَحَمِّ

    حَبَّذا النَومُ لِلخَيالِ المُلِمِّ

    She of the dark fingertips visited us by night.

    How sweet is sleep for the dream-vision that visits!

  2. وَحَديثٍ نَمى إِلَيها فَلَم تَر

    قُب بَياناً وَباطِلُ القَولِ يَنمي

    And many a tale reached her, yet she did not await

    clarification; false talk spreads.

  3. لَو سَقَتني سُمّاً لَقُلتُ دَعوها

    لا يَضُرُّ الحُوارَ وَطأَةُ أُمِّ

    If she gave me poison to drink, I would say, “Let her be;

    a mother’s tread does not harm her camel calf.”