مِنَ الخَفِراتِ البيضِ أُخلِصُ لَونُها

تُلاحي عَدُوّاً لَم يَجِد ما يَعيبُها

From the shining white garments her color is pure

She charges a foe who finds no fault in her

فَما مُزنَةٌ بَينَ السِماكَينِ أَومَضَت

مِنَ النورِ ثُمَّ اِستَعرَضَتها جَنوبُها

So a sword flash between the two hosts has not glanced

Brighter than her, then she wheeled about showing her back

بِأَحسَنَ مِنها يَومَ قالَت وَعِندَنا

مِنَ الناسِ أَوباشٌ يُخافُ شُغوبُها

"Better than this have we," she said "and among us

Are louts who fear our mischief and trouble"

تَعايَيتَ فَاِستَغنَيتَ عَنّا بِغَيرِنا

إِلى يَومِ يَلقى كُلَّ نَفسٍ حَبيبُها

You relied upon us, then spurned us for others

Till the day each soul shall meet its beloved

وَدِدتُ وَلا تُغني الوِدادَةُ أَنَّها

نَصيبي مِنَ الدُنيا وَإِنّي نَصيبُها

I wished, but wishing avails not, that I

Were destined for her, when she was destined for me