أَبقى لَها التَعداءُ مِن عَتَداتِها

أَبقى لَها التَعداءُ مِن عَتَداتِها

وِمُتونِها كَخُيوطَةِ الكِتّانِ

وِمُتونِها كَخُيوطَةِ الكِتّانِ

Galloping has left her sturdy limbs

Her aggressions against me endure

And her back like threads of flax.

While her affection is frail as a thread of cotton