خَليلانِ مُختَلِفٌ نَجرُنا

أُحِبُّ العَلاءَ وَيَهوى السِمَن

Our fates diverge, though we are friends

I love the lofty mountains, he craves rich plains

أُريدُ دِماءَ بَني مازِنٍ

وَراقَ المُعلى بَياضُ اللَبَن

I yearn for Mazin blood to flow

While to him the frothy milk is dear