وَظَبيٍ غَريرٍ في فُؤادي كِناسُهُ

إِذا اِكتَنَسَ العَينُ الفَلاةَ وَحَورُها

A fawn with a tender bleat nestled in my heart

When the eye sweeps the wilderness and its pastures

تُقِرُّ لَهُ بيضُ الظِباءِ وَأُدمُها

وَيَحكيهِ في بَعضِ الأُمورِ غَريرُها

The eggs of the gazelles testify to it and their fawn fur

And its tender bleat tells it in some matters

فَمِن خَلقِهِ لِبّاتُها وَنُحورُها

وَمِن خُلقِهِ عِصيانُها وَنُفورُها

So it is his nature to spend the night with it and its throat

And it is his nature to disobey it and avoidance