وَأَعيارٍ صَوادِرَ عَن حَماتا

وَأَعيارٍ صَوادِرَ عَن حَماتا

لِبَينِ الكَفرِ وَالبُرَقِ الدَواني

لِبَينِ الكَفرِ وَالبُرَقِ الدَواني

And by wild asses returning from Hamata,

Amidst enlightening thoughts from courageous minds

Toward the stretch between al-Kafr and the nearby stony hills!

Between the darkness of disbelief and gleaming insights

أَلا زَعَمَت بَنو عَبسٍ بِأَنّي

أَلا زَعَمَت بَنو عَبسٍ بِأَنّي

أَلا كَذَبوا كَبيرُ السِنِّ فانِ

أَلا كَذَبوا كَبيرُ السِنِّ فانِ

Lo, Banu Abs claimed that I am—

Alas! The clans of Abs suppose that I

—lo, they lied!—advanced in years and wasting away.

Nay! They lied; the elder errs not, methinks