غَزالَةٌ مَرَّت عَلى أَتانِ

تُقَبِّلُ الفَطيمَ في الأَسنانِ

A doe passed by on a donkey,

Kissing her fawn with affection.

وَكانَ خَلفَ الظَبيَةِ اِبنُها الرَشا

بِوُدِّها لَو حَمَلتهُ في الحَشا

Behind the gazelle was her frisky calf,

She wished to carry him in her pouch out of love.

فَفَعَلَت بِسَيِّدِ الصِغارِ

فِعلَ الأَتانِ بِاِبنِها الحِمارِ

She did to the lord of the young,

What the donkey did to her foal.

فَأَسرَعَ الحِمارُ نَحوَ أُمِّهِ

وَجاءَها وَالضِحكُ مِلءُ فَمِهِ

The foal rushed towards his mother,

He came to her, his mouth full of laughter.

يَصيحُ يا أُمّاهُ ماذا قَد دَها

حَتّى الغَزالَةُ اِستَخَفَّتِ اِبنَها

He cried, "O mother, what's come over you?

That you mocked your own fawn?"