قَينَةٌ كانَت تُغَنِّي

مُسِخَت بِرذَونَ أَدهَمْ

A dove she was, singing

Transformed to one with cheeks auburn

عِجتُ بِالساباطِ يَوماً

فَإِذا القينَةُ تُلجَمْ

At Sabaat I wondered one day

Only to find the dove was bridled