قامَت سكرى تَهُزُّ عِطفاً خَنِثا

قامَت سكرى تَهُزُّ عِطفاً خَنِثا

تُزهى بصباحَةٍ وَخَلقٍ دمثا

تُزهى بصباحَةٍ وَخَلقٍ دمثا

She rose drunk, swaying her supple waist.

She arose lightly swaying her tender waist,

She glories in beauty and a soft form.

Adorned with a new day and virtuous traits.

لَو طوّقتِ التائِبَ وَاللَهِ يَدا

لَو طوّقتِ التائِبَ وَاللَهِ يَدا

في أَلف يَمينٍ لزمته حَنَثا

في أَلف يَمينٍ لزمته حَنَثا

If you put an arm around the penitent—by God—

If she encircled the penitent's hand, by God!

He would be bound to break a thousand oaths.

A thousand oaths to the right she'd make him take.