فَقُمتُ ولم تأَخذ إِليَّ رماحها

فَقُمتُ ولم تأَخذ إِليَّ رماحها

عِشاري ولم أَرجب عراقبها عقرا

عِشاري ولم أَرجب عراقبها عقرا

So I rose, though they had not begun kicking at me—

I stood up, but she did not take me into her arms

My ten-month-pregnant she-camels—nor did I shrink from hamstringing their hocks.

My love for her was fruitless, and went unrequited