إِذا ما جَعلنا مِن سَنامٍ مَناكِباً

وَرُكناً مِنَ البَقّارِ دونَكَ أَعفَرا

When we make the backs of idols into saddles

When we made the slopes of Sanam our shoulders,

And a pillar of dung beneath you more yellow

And the dusty ridge of Al-Baqqar lay before you.