وبَاتَت كَمَا بَاتَت مَهَاهُ حَميلَةً

لَهَا جُؤذَرٌ عِنَدًَ الصَّرَاةِ عَقِيرُ

She spent the night as she spent it, pregnant,

Having a wound next to her teat, festering,

وقَد أُكِلَت أَشلاَؤُهُ فَكَأَنَّهَا

مُقَسَّمَةٌ عِندَ القِدَاحِ جَزُورُ

And her ribs were eaten away as if

She were divided at the cooking pots, slaughtered.

كَمَا بَغَمَت مِن شَجوِهَا أُمُّ وَاحِدٍ

أُتِيحَ لَهَا مِثلَ الزُّجَاجِ طَرِيرُ

She moaned from her yearning like the mother of an only child,

To whom the sound of glass was allowed, tinkling.

لَدُن غُدوَةُ حَتَّى صَغَت شَمسُ يَومِهَا

وَفِي أبهَرَيهَا رَنَّةٌ وَزَفِيرُ

From early morning till the sun of her day had set

With bleating and whistling in both temples.

تَسُوفُ ثَرَاهُ عَن مَشَقِّ إِهَابِهِ

كَأَنَّ أَسَابِيَّ الدِّمَاءِ عَتيرُ

She pushes away his robe from the toil of his neck,

As if the sinews of blood were perfumed.