يا لِساقٍ مُهَفهَفِ

قامَ يَسعى بِقَرقَفِ

O breezy swaying legs

That scurried with jingling anklets

فَتَناوَلتُ طُرفَةً

مِن بَنانٍ مُطَرَّفِ

I plucked a sprig

Of a blossoming, beribboned bough

صُبحَةٌ ثُمَّ طَرفَها

مَع أَخٍ ذي تَطَرُّفِ

At dawn, then spent it

With a bigoted brother