وَزِقٍ صَرِيعٍ قَطِيعِ الْيَدَيْنِ

قَتَلْناهُ وَلَمْ نَبْكِهِ

And a wineskin, felled, with both its hands cut off—

we killed it and did not mourn it.

سَفَكْتُ دَماً مِنْهُ لَمْ يُؤْذِهِ

وكانَ لِي الحَظُّ فِي سَفْكِهِ

I spilled blood from it that caused it no pain,

and I had my share in spilling it.

مَعِي طَرَبٌ لا يُطِيعُ المَلامَ

وَلَيْسَ يُقَصِّرُ عَنْ فَتْكِهِ

With me is a rapture that heeds no reproach

and never shrinks from striking it down.