1. أَلا رَبَّ بَرغوثٍ تَرَكَت مُجَندِلاً

    بِأَبيَضَ ماضي الشَفرَتَينِ صَقيلُ

    Ah, many a flea have I left laid low,

    With a bright, polished blade, keen on both edges.