قَدْ جَاءَتِ البَغْلَةُ السَّفْوَاءُ يَجْنُبُها

لِلْبَرْقِ غَيْثٌ بَدَا يَنْهَلُّ مَاطِرُهُ

The foolish she-camel has come, lightning flashes by her side,

Its rain pours down in streams.

عَرِيقَةٌ نَاسَبَتْ أَخْوالَها فَلَها

بِالْعِتْقِ مِنْ أَكْرَمِ الجِنْسَيْنِ فَاخِرُهُ

A noble she-camel, related to her uncles,

Freed with the most generous ransom of the two creations.

مِلءُ الحِزَامِ وَمِلءُ العَيْنِ مُسْفِرَةٌ

يُرِيكَ غَائِبَها فِي الحُسْنِ حَاضِرُهُ

With a full saddle girth and bright eyes brimming over,

Her beauty makes the absent present.

أَهْدى لَها الرَّوْضُ مِنْ أَوْصَافِهِ شِيَةً

خَضْراءَ نَاضِرَةً إِنْ زَالَ ناضِرُهُ

The meadow offered her its greenest plants in homage,

Afraid they would fade if her radiance left.

لَيْسَتْ بِأَوَّلِ حُمْلانٍ شَرَيْت بِهِ

حَمْدِي وَلا هِيَ يَا ذَا الجُودِ آخِرُهُ

She is not the first camel I have bought,

Nor, O Generous One, will she be the last.

كَمْ قَدْ تَقَدَّمَها مِنْ سَابِحٍ بِيَدِي

عِنَانُهُ وَعَلى الجَوْزَا حَوَافِرُهُ

How many racers have I held by the bridle,

Their hooves drumming the ground!