1. The unruly she-mule has come bringing from her
Flashes of lightning, a pouring rain moistening the meadows.

2. A pure-bred, well-matched to her uncles, she has
By her pedigree exalted fame from both parents.

3. Her saddle and halter are fully packed, while she shows you
Her pace and beauty as she comes and goes.

4. The meadow offered her from its qualities a green
Lush spot, when its greenery was freshest.

5. She's not the first camel-mare Hammad has led,
Nor, O glorious one, will she be the last.

6. How many before her raced with loosened rein,
Their hooves striking the gravel as they sped!