1. I woke up alive, O Jarir, with a piercing wit,
No jarir can overcome me anymore,
١. صَبَحتُ حَيَّ بَني الجَرّارِ داهِيَةً
ما أَن لِتَغلِبَ بَعدَ اليَومَ جَرّارُ
2. My eloquence rushes toward me, as does every maiden,
As if her dimple were a golden dinar.
٢. نَحوي النِهابُ وَنَحوي كُلَّ جارِيَةٍ
كَأَنَّ نِقبَتَها في الخَدِّ دينارُ