يا ثاوياً بضلوعي ما يُفارقُها

يا ثاوياً بضلوعي ما يُفارقُها

وإنْ تَحَمَّلَ عن أكنافِ أَربُعِهِ

وإنْ تَحَمَّلَ عن أكنافِ أَربُعِهِ

O dweller within my ribs, who never leaves them,

O ever present in my ribs, never leaving,

even if he departs from the environs of his dwellings.

Even if he departs the folds of four,

لأنتَ إنسانُ عيني فاعجبنَّ لمنْ

لأنتَ إنسانُ عيني فاعجبنَّ لمنْ

إنسانُ مقلتهِ ما بينَ أَضلُعِهِ

إنسانُ مقلتهِ ما بينَ أَضلُعِهِ

You are indeed the pupil of my eye—so marvel at one

You are a man of my eye so marvel at one

whose eye’s pupil lies between his ribs.

Whose humanity lies between his ribs