يا ليتني حاشيةً زُركشَتْ

يوماً بكفَّيْ هذهِ الجاريَهْ

Oh how I wish I were the border

That one day was touched by this maiden’s hand

قدْ أصبحتْ في الحسنِ سلطانةً

تفرِّقُ التبرَ على الحاشيَهْ

She who in beauty became a queen

Scattering dust upon the border