1. The birds gathered around him,
A place to land or hovering roses,

2. Those who did not make the acacias their nest
Hover between the waving branches,

3. And those whose livelihood is in protection
Circling like accumulated clouds,

4. When the sun of morning appears they are shade
On the peaks of horsemen, black turbans,

5. If she found a hole in the feathers she entered
A faint ray like the flash of unsheathed swords,

6. She looked out from her house as if
She whispers the army's secret before battles,

7. They matched each other and gave her meat for her livelihood
And she gave them shade in the heat of the turbans.