From the Arabic of Ebn Maatuk (seventeenth century).
THE RESURRECTION OF THE TATTOOED GIRL
Her hands are filled with what I lack,
And on her arms are pictures,
Looking like files of ants forsaking the battalions,
Or hail inlaid by broken clouds on green lawns.
She fears the arrows of her proper eyes
And has her hands in armour.
She has stretched her hands in a cup to me,
Begging for my heart.