فَما عادَت لِذي يَمَنٍ رُؤوساً

وَلا ضَرَّت بِفُرقَتِها نِزارا

No more are heads raised for one of wealth,

Nor has parting with her harmed Nizar.

كَعَنزِ السَوءِ تَنطَحُ مَن خَلاها

وَترأَمُ مَن يَحدُّ لَها الشِفارا

Like a wicked she-goat butting those who leave her

And compliant to him who holds the bucket for her.