1. بِأَبِي رَشاً سَفَكَت دَمِي ألحَاظُهُ

    وَسَبَى بِرَائِقِ حُسنِهِ الألبَابَا

    May my father be ransom for a fawn whose glances shed my blood,

    And who captivated minds with the splendor of his beauty.

  2. مَن كانَ يُنكِرُ سَفكَهُ فَليَأتِهِ

    يَرمُق دَمِي فِي رَاحَتَيهِ خِطَابا

    Whoever denies his shedding it, let him come to him,

    To behold my blood in his two palms as a message.