وَصاحَت مَساميرُ الرِحالِ وَكُلِّفَت

عَلى الجَهدِ بالموماةِ سَيراً مُطَحطَحا

The nails of the traveling sandals screeched and were commanded

With great toil by fate to crawl exhausted

كَما صاحَ سِربٌ مِن عَصافيرِ صَيفَةٍ

تَواعَدنَ كَرماً بالسَراةِ مُمَزَّحا

As a flock of summer birds screamed

That had promised a vineyard in the morning merrily