1. Umaymah saw my camels and her watcher's eyes
Swimming with tears, their first rain pouring forth.

2. She did not know there was inside her a man
Whose wraps would be cast on a fierce lion.

3. I pounce on the junction of his sinews, sweet prey,
Red are his joints, white his bone joints.

4. If my cloak drags, my sword does not miss its duty,
Hot in the reddening dusk light.

5. My purpose lies hidden in the heart of fate,
And what it hides its essence will disclose.

6. Who but my tribe to shake him with their hands
Wandering lost, while perfect stand my glories?

7. His first steps were adorned as were his last steps
As his last were adorned his beginnings.