عُتّابَةُ النَفسِ كاعِبٌ شَكِلَه

كَحلاءُ بِالحُسنِ غَيرُ مُكتَحِلَه

Complaining soul is like a clown

Whose beauty is bare without kohl

بِاللَهِ هَل تَذكُرينَ يا سَكَني

وَأَنتِ لا تَقصُرينَ في الحَجَلَه

By God, do you remember, my home

When you did not fall short in playfulness

أَيّامَ كُنّا وَنَحنُ في صِغَرٍ

نَلعَبُ هالا مُهَلهِلاً هَلَلَه

Days when we were young

Playing halah halila halala