قَد تَبَطَّنتُ بِهِلواعَةٍ

قَد تَبَطَّنتُ بِهِلواعَةٍ

عُبرِ أَسفارٍ كَتومِ البُغام

عُبرِ أَسفارٍ كَتومِ البُغام

I have indeed ridden a swift she-camel,

I have concealed myself in infectious absurdity

hardy on journeys, holding back her lowing.

Across travels as taciturn as owl’s hoot