يَا نَاتِفاً شَعْرَاتِ عَا

رِضِهِ الَّتي سَاقَتْ وشَقَّتْ

O one who weaves strands of passion

Through tender limbs that sway and bend

أَخَشِيتَ طُولَ حَدِيثها

فَقطَعْتَها مِنْ حَيْثُ رَقَّتْ

You feared the length of her sweet talk

And cut it short when she was tender