وَلَو تَراني وَأَخي عُطارِدا

نَذودُ مِن حَنيفَةِ المَذاوِدا

If you could see me and my brother Orion

Driving away the assemblies of maidens

نَذودُ مِنها سِرعانا وارِدا

مِثلَ الدُبى تَتَّبِعُ المَوارِدا

Driving swiftly from them, only to return

Like a wild beast tracking water-holes

أَلا فَتى يُسقى شَراباً بارِدا

أَنشُدُ كَفّاً قُطِعَت وَساعِدا

Oh, a hero who drinks a cooling draft!

I beg with hands cut off at the wrist:

أَنشُدُها وَلا أَراني واجِداً

أَبلِغ أَبا لَطيفَةِ المُعانِدا

I beg though I do not see myself obtaining

Inform--defiant as he is-- Abul-Latif

المُطعِمَ السِتَّةَ مُدّاً واحِدا

Who feeds the six, prolonging by one day.