أَنُحتُ جَهلاً وَقَد ناحَت مُطَوَّقَةٌ

مِنَ الحَمامِ عَلى خَضراءَ مَقلودَه

Do I carve ignorance when a dovecote has lamented

Over a green perch her chicks taken away?

قامَت على الناعِمِ الأَملودِ هاتِفَةً

وَما تُشاقُ إِلى بَيضاءَ أُملودَه

She stood calling in the gentle, hushed night

Yet does not yearn after her white-feathered offspring.

وَأُمُّ دَفرٍ لَعَمري شَرُّ والِدَةٍ

وَبِنتُها أُمَّ لَيلى شَرُّ مَولودَه

By my life, the mother of Dafar is the worst mother,

And her daughter, Umm Layla, the worst child birthed.

فَاِجلَد أَخاكَ عَلَيها إِن أَلَمَّ بِها

فَإِنَّها أَخَذَت وَاللُبَّ مَجلودَه

So urge your brother against her if she hurts him

For she has seized his heart, a heart skinned raw.