فديتك لا تخف مني سلوا

إذا ما غير الشعر الصغارا

I would sacrifice myself for you, do not be afraid of me, ask freely

If poetry makes the young restless

أهيم بدن خل كان خمراً

وأهوى لحيةً كانت عذارا

I rave about a body that was wine

And crave a beard that was perfume