Sways, with her trinkets, she, endowed with splendour
With a waist like the fold of flimsy cloth, slim
And a neck like a cup of silver, adorning it
Like the ember of tamarisk, which, after a night's slumber
The breezes of youth wafted, then it flamed.
The house, shady with poverty, lights up for us
If, at night, she tries to smile.
If she turns over, once, on the mattress
The devil of jewels intones melodiously.
Hatim al-Tai [Ḥātim bin ʿAbd Allāh bin Saʿd aṭ-Ṭāʾyyī, also Hatem Tai] (died 578) Saudi Arabia
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Source: Poemist
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