عَلَيكَ بِها مَعنيَّةً ذاتَ بُردَةًِ

عَلَيكَ بِها مَعنيَّةً ذاتَ بُردَةًِ

شَكيرُ أَعالي رَأسِها مُتَطايِرُ

شَكيرُ أَعالي رَأسِها مُتَطايِرُ

Attend to her—a woman of Maʿn wearing a cloak.

She unveils herself, cool and delicate.

The fine hairs atop her head fly about.

The tips of her hair flutter in the wind.

لَها مِحجرانِ مِن جَرادٍ وَمِحجَرٌ

لَها مِحجرانِ مِن جَرادٍ وَمِحجَرٌ

جَنَتهُ مِنهَ الكُرّاثِ خُضرُ المَكاسِرِ

جَنَتهُ مِنهَ الكُرّاثِ خُضرُ المَكاسِرِ

She has two pouchfuls of locusts, and another

Her eyes are a pair of locusts, with a third eye between.

she gathered from leeks, green at their broken ends.

Her cheek took its greenness from the locust's wing cases.

أَلا لا أُبالي قَولَ مَعدانَ بِالخَنى

أَلا لا أُبالي قَولَ مَعدانَ بِالخَنى

إِذا وَسجَت بِيَ ذاتَ نِسعَينِ ضامِرُ

إِذا وَسجَت بِيَ ذاتَ نِسعَينِ ضامِرُ

Indeed, I care nothing for Maʿdān’s obscene words

But I care not what the slanderers say of me,

when a lean she-camel with two girth-straps trots with me.

If she of the supple body presses close to me.