غَنِيتُ عن حَكَمٍ يوماْ وتُرْبَتهِ

غَنِيتُ عن حَكَمٍ يوماْ وتُرْبَتهِ

ولنْ تلاقِيَ يوماً مثله أبدا

ولنْ تلاقِيَ يوماً مثله أبدا

I once did without Hakam—by his grave!

Once I abandoned judgment and its dust,

And never, on any day, will you meet his like.

Never again will you find its equal ever.

نجَّتْ حُيَيّا جيادُ غيرُ مهمَلَةٍ

نجَّتْ حُيَيّا جيادُ غيرُ مهمَلَةٍ

إذ يُوْغِلونَ إلى أقرابها القِدَدا

إذ يُوْغِلونَ إلى أقرابها القِدَدا

Fine steeds, not neglected, saved Huyayy,

My stallions were saved, their reins not neglected,

When they drove the leather thongs deep into their flanks.

As they plunged into its ancient relatives.