قُلْ لِي وَطرْطوركَ هذَا الّذي

قُلْ لِي وَطرْطوركَ هذَا الّذي

في غَايةِ الحُسنِ شَوابيرهُ

في غَايةِ الحُسنِ شَوابيرهُ

Tell me—this soft pointed cap of yours,

Tell me: this pointed cap of yours, whose

its tassels the very pinnacle of beauty—

tassels are of the utmost beauty—

مَا ضرهُ إِذْ جَاء فَصلُ الشِّتَا

مَا ضرهُ إِذْ جَاء فَصلُ الشِّتَا

ء لَوْ أنَّ شَعَرَ استِيّ سمُّورهُ

ء لَوْ أنَّ شَعَرَ استِيّ سمُّورهُ

what harm would it have suffered when winter’s season came,

what harm would it suffer, when winter came,

if your hair had been borrowed for its sable-fur lining?

if the hair on my arse were its sable fur?