شكا في ظهره حَدبَه

فقلت دعوهُ يا كذَبَه

His back complains of its hump

I said leave it, O liar

جرابٌ بين فخذَيهِ تعلّق

تعلق صَيتَ الجَلَبه

A bag hangs between his thighs

The sound of the waterskin hangs

فألقاهُ على كتفي

هِ فهو عليهِ كالعَقَبه

So I threw it over my shoulder

And it clings to him like a leech