تَعَشَّقتُه أَحدَباً كيّساً

يُحاكي نَجيباً حَنينَ البغام

I loved his crooked back and wisdom

He resembles a refined man yearning for his loved ones

إِذا كِدتُ أسقُطُ مِن فَوقه

تَعلَّقتُ مِن ظَهرِه بالسَنام

When I almost fell off of it

I held on to its ridge