وَكانَتand they would تَطيرُtake flight الشَولُthe dry she-camels عرفانَin recognition of صَوتِهِhis voice
وَكانَت تَطيرُ الشَولُ عرفانَ صَوتِهِ
وَلَمand did not تُمسِreach evening إِلّاexcept وَهيَwhile they were خائِفَةُafraid of العُقرِslaughter
وَلَم تُمسِ إِلّا وَهيَ خائِفَةُ العُقرِ
And the dry she-camels would take flight on recognizing his voice,
The crane flies, recognizing his voice,
And they never reached evening without fearing slaughter.
Yet it touches down only timorously and shyly.
Sol 6.1