أَلا قَبَحَ اللَهُ الكَرَوَّسَ وَالَّتي

مَشَت سَنَةً في بَطنِها بِالكَرَوَّسِ

Alas damning the easy chair and she

Who for a year bore in her womb the easy chair

أَعِثيانُ إِن تُشرِف عَلى شِعبِ ضاحِكٍ

تَجِد فيهِ أَوصالَ القَعودِ المُكَردَسِ

Auathyan! If you were to look down upon a laughing ravine

You would find in it the limbs of those made lazy and crippled by the chair