يا رب خال لك مسود القفا
لا يشتكي من رجله مشي الحفا
O Lord, he walked with pride,
His feet never complaining of the miles.
كأن عينيه إذا تشوفا
عينا غراب فوق نيق أشرفا
When he looked, his eyes were like,
A crow's surveying from a high palm tree.
يا رب خال لك مسود القفا
لا يشتكي من رجله مشي الحفا
O Lord, he walked with pride,
His feet never complaining of the miles.
كأن عينيه إذا تشوفا
عينا غراب فوق نيق أشرفا
When he looked, his eyes were like,
A crow's surveying from a high palm tree.