1. وَما ليَ في صَيدِ العَقارِبِ حيلَةٌ

    سِوى عَقرَبٍ دَبَّت عَلى وَرَقِ الوَردِ

    I have no skill in hunting scorpions,

    Save a scorpion that crept across rose petals.

  2. وَإِنّي شُجاعٌ لا عَلى كُلِّ حَيَّةٍ

    سِوى حَيَّةٍ صيغَت مِنَ الشَعرِ في الخَدِّ

    And I am indeed brave—but not against every snake,

    Only a snake fashioned from hair upon the cheek.