1. A swollen torrent cloaked in heavy mist,
A neck walking fettered with iron chains,

2. You see upon it skin like armor,
A camel that does not complain of branding.

3. When seditions clash and roar,
Their cowardice scatters them like frightened ostriches.

4. If he butts the she-camel, the saddle-maker,
You would think, from his vigor, a blacksmith.

5. A young female hyena, bleating as she walks,
You see in Mus'ab a perfect cloak.

6. A she-camel, and a stud trained for war,
You see no giving way in our affair,

7. Nor any slackness in the bonds of Truth.