هويتُها عرجاءَ أمسى بها
دمي منَ العينينِ مسفوكا
I loved her, lame though she was; because of her
my blood came to be shed from both my eyes.
وكلما تخطو تبوسُ الثرى
أحسبها تضربُ لي جوكا
Whenever she takes a step, she kisses the earth;
I fancy she is bowing low before me.
Sol 5.6