1. بِأَبي أَهْيفُ القَوامُ تَمِيلُ البِي

    ضُ والسُّمْرُ والغَصُونُ إليهِ

    May my father ransom one slender of form, toward whom bend the white—

    blades, the dusky spears, and the branches.

  2. كلَّفُوني مِن قَدّهِ حِفْظَ خَصْرٍ

    ضَاعَ مِنّى فَكَمْ أَدورُ عَليهِ

    They charged me to guard the waist of his figure;

    It was lost to me—how often I roam in search of it!