وكم غَداةَ اللَّقا
من طفلةٍ غفلهْ
How many a morning of meeting,
From a young woman I neglected,
منعتُها بالمُهَنَّدِ
في ظهرِ جَفله
I prevented her with disdain,
On the back of her camel.
كم ثائر ماجِدٍ
في الناسِ توقف لهْ
How many a glorious rebel,
Among the people stopped for her.
بغَيْتُ رأسهُ فطا
حَ السيفُ في كفِلهْ
I wanted his head so it fell,
The sword slashed his shoulder.