مقصورة ابن دريد

She exhausts, yet in her sips lies healing of exhaustion.

Ó ń rẹ̀, ṣùgbọ́n nínú ìmúra rẹ̀ wà ìwòsàn ìrora.

She cleaves with the sword of her glance when she looks.

Ó máa gé nípasẹ̀ idà ojú rẹ̀ nígbà tí ó bá wo.

A glance of anger pierces deep within the heart.

Ìwojú ìbínú ń wọ inú ọkàn lọ́kànlákàn.

On her cheek is a garden of roses.

Lórí ẹrẹkẹ́ rẹ̀ wà ọgbà àwọn ododo róòsì.

Of jasmine, gathered by glances from her.

Ododo jásímìnì tí ojú rẹ̀ ń kó jọ.

If she whispered to the lofty, they would descend for her.

Tí ó bá bá àwọn alágbára sọ̀rọ̀, wọ́n á sọ̀kalẹ̀ fún un.

Obedient to guidance from the lofty peaks.

Ìfarahàn sí ìtọ́nisọ́nà láti òkè gíga.

Or it struck the devout in a tangled path.

Tàbí ó kọlu ẹni ìfarabalẹ̀ ní ọ̀nà ìdàrú.

A path difficult, an ascent rugged and steep.

Ọ̀nà tí ó nira, ìgòkè tí ó kún fún ìṣòro.

It distracted him from his praise and his faith.

Ó yọ ọ́ kúrò ní ìyìn àti ìgbàgbọ́ rẹ̀.