وَلا قِرنَ إِلّا أَدمَعَ الطَعنُ نَحرَهُ

وَلا قِرنَ إِلّا أَدمَعَ الطَعنُ نَحرَهُ

وَما غَسَلَتهُ بِالدُموعِ مَدامِعُه

وَما غَسَلَتهُ بِالدُموعِ مَدامِعُه

And no foe but spear-thrusts made his throat weep,

yet his tear ducts did not wash it with tears.

وَيَومٍ كَأَنَّ السَمهَرِيَّ عُيونُهُ

وَيَومٍ كَأَنَّ السَمهَرِيَّ عُيونُهُ

إِلى المَوتِ وَالنَقعِ المُثارُ بَراقِعُه

إِلى المَوتِ وَالنَقعِ المُثارُ بَراقِعُه

And many a day, as though the stout spears were its eyes

turned toward death, and the stirred-up dust its veils.

يُخَرَّقُ مِنهُ كُلُّ جِلبابِ مُهجَةٍ

يُخَرَّقُ مِنهُ كُلُّ جِلبابِ مُهجَةٍ

عَلى أَنَّهُ في مَنظَرِ العَينِ راقِعُه

عَلى أَنَّهُ في مَنظَرِ العَينِ راقِعُه

By it every cloak of life is torn,

though, to the eye, it seems to be that cloak's mender.