انظُر مُغنّيةَ العَجائِز إِذ شدَت

والأسوَدَ الجاثِي بصَوتِه يَزعَقُ

Behold the old women’s singer as she sang

And the black lions with their roaring cries

فكأنها وكأنَّه بإزائِهَا

دارٌ عفَت فيها غُرابٌ ينعَقُ

As though it were, and as though they in response to her

A house gone to ruin where ravens croak and caw