يا ابنَ مَن يَكتُبُ في الأَر
قاب مِن غَيرِ دواةِ
O son of one who writes on the dunes
O son of him who writes upon
Without a pen
the necks without an inkwell,
لَم يَكُن يَكتُبُ فيها
غَيرَ خَطِّ الألِفاتِ
He would not write on them
He would write nothing upon them
Except the line of friendships
save the strokes of Alifs.
