رَجَعتَ بِهِنَّ دَوامي الصِفا

حِ يُنزَعُ مِنهُنَّ شَوكُ القَنا

You have brought back to me days of youth

When thorns are plucked from them

وَضَمَّختَ أَعناقَها بِالدِما

وَأَوقَرتَ أَكفالَها بِالدُمى

And you soaked their necks with blood

And weighed down their shoulders with wounds