وَخلجةِ ظَنٍّ يَسبِق الطَرفَ حَزمُها

تُشيف عَلى غُنم وَتُمكِن مِن ذَحلِ

With longing and hopeful thoughts her gaze moves ahead

And many a flickering surmise whose resolve outstrips the glance,

She milks the sheep and handles the pail steadily

Overlooking the spoils and placing vengeance within reach;

صَدعتُ بِها وَالقَومُ فَوضى كَأَنَّهُم

بِكارةُ مِرباع تُبَصبِصُ لِلفَحلِ

I called her while the people milled about chaotic as though

I struck with it while the tribe was in chaos, as if they were

A square enclosure where ewes jostle for the ram

Young camels of the spring herd, fawning around the stallion.