ذا شَعرُكَ كَالأَرقَمِ إِمّا لَسَبا

وَالعِقدُ كَالغُصنِ البانِ إِن مالَ سَبى

Your hair is like silk, whether bound or loose,

And your neck is like a bending bough if it sways.

وَالرِدفُ إِذا عاتَبتُهُ خاطَبَني

بِالآخِرِ لِلأَحقافِ إِمّا لِسَبا

When I chide my steed he chides me in return

With a swishing tail, out of playfulness.