وَأَغيَد تَحكي الخَيزرانَة قامَةً

تَميسُ كَغُصنِ البانِ بِالروحِ أَفديها

The slender fig tree tells of swaying

She breathes like a juniper branch, I would ransom her

فَلَو قامَ يَمشي فَوقَ إِنسانِ مُقلَتي

لَما عَلِمَت فيهِ وَما كانَ يُؤذيها

So if it arose and walked upon my eyelashes

It would not know of it, nor would it harm her