أَهواهُ مِثلَ أَبي أَجَمَّ وَرُبَّما

أَهواهُ مِثلَ أَبي أَجَمَّ وَرُبَّما

أَهواهُ كَالفَصّالِ أَقرَنَ أَملَحا

أَهواهُ كَالفَصّالِ أَقرَنَ أَملَحا

I love him hornless, like my father; and sometimes

I love him like my father loved, with passion unsubdued,

I love him like the butcher, horned and black-and-white.

And yet my love is purer far, more tender and more good;