قَفا زيدٍ لقد جرّبت مني
أنامل كالسياط ذوات حوم
O nape of Zayd, you have surely felt from me
my fingertips, like whips in wheeling sweeps.
كأنك سيف زيد الخيل عندي
أحادثه يصقّل كل يوم
You are like Zayd al-Khayl’s sword in my keeping:
I converse with him, and every day it is burnished.
Sol 5.6