1. يا اِبنَ الأُجاجِ المِلكِ لا

    تَستَخصِمِ العَذبَ الفُراتا

    O son of the briny king, do not

    pick a quarrel with sweet, fresh water.

  2. وَاِطلُب لِعِرضِكَ مَخلَصاً

    مِن قَبلَ أَترُكُهُ مَواتا

    And seek an escape for your honor,

    before I leave it lifeless.

  3. فَلَو أَنَّهُ حَيٌّ تَصُك

    كُ قُفاهُ قافِيَةٌ لَماتا

    For if it were alive and were struck

    on the nape by a rhyme, it would die.