وَبِالقَلبِ ريمٌ لا يَريمُ وِدادُهُ

وَلَو أَنَّهُ ما عِشتُ يَجفو وَيَهجُرُ

With a heart full of love that knows no bitterness

Though we lived apart till life's last stir

مِن التُركِ إِن قابَلتَ فَالبَدرُ طالِعٌ

لِنِصفٍ وَإِن قاتَلتَ فَاللَيثُ مخدَرُ

Meet him with trust, the full moon rises bright

Fight him in war, the tired lion sleeps at night

تناسَبَ مِنهُ الخَلقُ أَمّا قِوامُهُ

فَغُصنٌ وَلَكن بِالأَهِلَّةِ يُثمِرُ

His form in harmony with all mankind

A branch is he, but with nobility bears fruit

وَيُشرِعُ لي مِن قَدِّهِ سَمهَرِيَّةً

وَلَكن سِنانُ السَمهَرِيَّةِ أَحوَرُ

He opens his generosity unto me

Yet the samhariya's spears are curved inward