إِذا ما تَرَعرَعَ فينا الغُلامُ

فَما إِن يُقالُ لَهُ مَن هُوَه

When the boy grows up among us

And he is asked who he loves

إِذا لَم يَسُد قَبلَ شَدِّ الإِزارِ

فَذَلِكَ فينا الَذي لا هُوَه

If he doesn't confess before tying his belt

Then he is not in love

وَلي صاحِبٌ مِن بَني الشَيصَبانِ

فَطَوراً أَقولُ وَطَوراً هُوَه

I have a friend from the Banu Shayban

Sometimes I say it is love, and sometimes not