1. How many a proud hen struts with affected gait
In the dust-yard, and deems she a mortal elates!

2. And, like Hud's folk, when the mist they saw rise,
As he climbed toward the valley, cried, "Yonder a cloud

3. That betokens we soon shall have rain from the skies!"
Though bright the glass ring, no gem may remain there;

4. Tis but fool's gold. And so are the hopes of despair.
Su'ad is gone! Woe, Kauthar, thy dwelling lies bare

5. Since emptied of her! Nor stone shows of palace or pyre.
In our hearts enshrined she abides. The slow rain in time

6. Will freshen the meadow though long be the drouth we must bear.
What horsemen, their steeds at the wartime left bare,

7. Careered o'er the desert, no peril there daunting!
While slinking poltroons by each postern repair

8. Seeking safety. Of heroes is valor the vaunting.
Though spurned, we bide constant. High over us tower

9. The banners of virtue. Stern destinies lower,
But we shall endure. Your day and your hour!

10. On guard then, ye brave, for the Morn shall soon flower.
The shameful may weary, but we shall remain.