لَقَد زَرِقَت عَيناكَ يا بنَ مُكَعبَرٍ

لَقَد زَرِقَت عَيناكَ يا بنَ مُكَعبَرٍ

كَما كُلُّ ضَبيٍّ مِنَ اللُّؤمِ أَزرَقُ

كَما كُلُّ ضَبيٍّ مِنَ اللُّؤمِ أَزرَقُ

Indeed, your eyes have turned blue, O son of Mukaʿbar,

Your eyes have truly shone, O progeny of flowing tears,

Just as every man of Ḍabba is blue-eyed from baseness.

Like every coward's blade, made blue by rust's advance.