لله من ردف ترى

بالخصر منهُ تعلّقه

His waist you see I cling to

As we gallop on together

فتراهُ يذعرُ خلفهُ

كفؤاد صبّ أخفقه

Yet behind he looks back startled

Like a throbbing heart grown fainter

فكأنّه من خصره

بالخوف ليس على ثقه

As if his waist were in my grasp

But confidence he does not muster