طِرفٌ إِذا اِستَقبَلتَهُ قُلتُ حَبا

حَتّى إِذا اِستَدبَرتَهُ قُلتُ كَبا

A curl, when you face it, you say "aha!"

Until you turn from it, you say "bah!"

ذو أَربَعٍ يَلقى الصَفا بِمِثلِها

وَلِلحَصى مِن خَلفِهِ وَثبُ دَبا

With four legs meeting cliffs alike

And rocks behind it hopping like

إِذا تَرامَينَ بِهِ في سَيرِهِ

تَحسَبُهُ مِنها عَلى أَنفِ الصِبا

When it walks stately in its pace

You'd think it was the wind's embrace