أَنْتَ بِالْعِزَّةِ ماضِ

وأَنا بالذُّلِّ راضِ

You revel in pride

While I revel in humility

هَلْ سَمِعْتُمْ بِغَزالٍ

صادَ لَيْثاً في غِياضِ

Have you heard of a gazelle

Who hunted a lion in the thicket?

بِأَبي رِيمٌ رَمى قَلْ

بِي بِأَحْداقٍ مِراضِ

By my father a spear pierced my heart

With glances that were tender and kind