أَلا رَبَّ بَرغوثٍ تَرَكَت مُجَندِلاً

بِأَبيَضَ ماضي الشَفرَتَينِ صَقيلُ

Behold, many a flea have I left felled and slain,

With a polished white blade, double-edged and keen.