1. لَنا إِبل كُومٌ يَضيق بِها الفَضا

    وَتَفتَرّ عَنها أَرضُها وَسَماؤُها

    We have high-humped camels; the open expanse is too narrow for them.

    Their earth and sky part in a smile to reveal them.

  2. فَمن دونِها أَن تُستَباح دِماؤُنا

    وَمن دونِها أَن يُستَذَمّ دِماؤُها

    To take them, our blood must first be shed,

    Or their blood be invoked to grant refuge.

  3. حِمىً وَقِرىً فَالمَوتُ دون مَراحِها

    وَأَيسَرُ خطب يَوم حُقّ فَناؤُها

    Inviolate, yet food for guests: death guards their nightfold,

    Yet is a trifling matter when their slaughter is due.