وَكَيفَ يَرانِيَ الرُقَب
اءُ مِن سُقمٍ بِجُثماني
How can the watchers see in me
A body sick and weak,
وَجِسمي مِثلُ ما يَحوي
كَمَرّانِ الكَمَّراني
When I'm as lithe and slim
As vines that twist and creep.
وَكَيفَ يَرانِيَ الرُقَب
اءُ مِن سُقمٍ بِجُثماني
How can the watchers see in me
A body sick and weak,
وَجِسمي مِثلُ ما يَحوي
كَمَرّانِ الكَمَّراني
When I'm as lithe and slim
As vines that twist and creep.