نَعلٌ بَعَثتُ بِها لِتَلبَسَها

تَسعى بِها قَدَمٌ إِلى المَجدِ

A sandal I sent for you to wear

A foot strides in it to glory

لَو كانَ يَصلُح أَن أُشَرِّكَها

خَدّي جَعَلتُ شِراكِها خَدّي

If only it were seemly that with it I share

My cheek, I would make my cheek its mate