يا ثاوياً بضلوعي ما يُفارقُها

وإنْ تَحَمَّلَ عن أكنافِ أَربُعِهِ

O ever present in my ribs, never leaving,

Even if he departs the folds of four,

لأنتَ إنسانُ عيني فاعجبنَّ لمنْ

إنسانُ مقلتهِ ما بينَ أَضلُعِهِ

You are a man of my eye so marvel at one

Whose humanity lies between his ribs