أَنَا تِبْرٌ فَوقَ خَصْرٍ

صَارَ لي حِلْياً وَزِينا

I am dust upon a waist

That became jewelry and adornment

قَالتِ الأَعْيُنُ لي ضِقْ

تَ وَضيَّقتَ عَلَينا

The eyes said you are narrow

You have narrowed upon us

لَسْتَ مِنَّا قُلْتُ مَن قَا

لَ أَليسَ التِّبْرُ عَيْنا

I said who said I'm not one of you

Is dust not an eye as well?