1. Whose prey the firmament confines
And for the hounds a refuge finds,

2. My prey is that the sea enshrines,
With hounds whose flanks featness defines,

3. Beneath the waters it reclines
As Heaven its crescent moon confines.

4. It is as if among the lines
That form the letter "R" it shines,

5. Or is the smooth half of a signet ring.
Its venom is sustaining food

6. Wherewith hearts and vitals are subdued,
A fresh delight for us endued,

7. The Kalb and Shiwaa have us wooed,
And sorely have the hounds been sued!