تَأوبني همٌّ لِبَيضاء نابِتَة

لَها بَغضةٌ في مضمر القَلب ثابتة

A care torments me for a white girl growing

She has hatred in the depths of my heart fixed

وَمَن عَجَب أَني إِذا رُمتَ قَصَها

قَصَصت سِواها وَهِيَ تَضحَك شامِتَة

And who would wonder that when you throw her story

I throw another's while she laughs gloating