1. I see the caravan defying between a strong and swift one
As the pregnant she-camels disappeared in the morning

2. I looked upon them in the forenoon and my tears flowed
For their swaying heads dripping and wet

3. I followed them with my eyes until they dispersed
In the night from the leg of the singular camel

4. Whenever I shortened my gaze from them resentfully
With a rope when entrusted does not reciprocate trust

5. Silent she-camels of a caravan with a nose rope
Repelling the carrying litters from its hump

6. A silent dusky one among them looking about
When its night overtakes it, prolonged

7. As if I have clad the litter with a wide camel saddle
A careful, dirt dusted one, its sire disciplined

8. A disciplined one whose father is enduring
And its mother among the epochs excellent at nuptials

9. When it wants a companion that does not want it
Then from all its hide it is chewing on him

10. You see its head upholding before its croup
As the equalizing load carried the heavy burden

11. And if it struggled, it struggled with abhorrence
And if reckoned an enemy, it reckoned a transferring foe

12. They rouse a camel saddle with shades as if
The pickaxes have stirred up its fresh resting place

13. To the saying rain-pourer I moved my carrying camel
My water-skin to collect it from the water springs

14. As if I have clad the litter with a Yemeni camel saddle
A careful one nurtured by the chief disciplined

15. To the glorious fathers, spotted Qaram
For him on the day of superiority tents pitched

16. So what was between me, had I met you safe
And wealth, except for few nights

17. By my life, excellent is the man from the family of Ja'far
In Hawran, whom at nightfall ropes tie down

18. Indeed, you have left discretion, righteousness, and an obtainer
And an unspoilt kernel - the ignorant opposed it

19. And a pot, when the people decamp it boils over
With striving to it the widows hasten

20. By my life, excellent is the man, not weak in strength
Nor for the Lord through time neglectful

21. By my life, excellent is the man, if a sayer
Abstains from saying, or less than doing, a doer

22. By my life, excellent is the man, not careless
Of the sublime cause, nor neglectful

23. His hands almost submit his garment
When the seeking hands met him

24. Your hands, one is a sea inlet of blood
Pouring forth, and the other a deed of discretion and obtaining

25. So if you live, my life will not tire, and if you die
Then in life after your death there is no use