أَنعِم فَقَد هَبَّتِ النُعامى

وَنَبَّهَت ريحُها الخُزامى

The ostrich has been gracious and kind

And its scent awakened the sleepy minds

وَمِل إِلى أَيكَةٍ بِلَيلٍ

يَهفو اِهتِزازاً بِها قُدامى

It yearned for a tent in the dark of night

Swaying gently towards where my people recline

تَهُزُّ أَعطافَها القَوافي

لَها وَأَكوابُها النَدامى

It sways its branches, rhyming couplets

As though a grieving mother who pines

كَأَنَّ أُمّاً بِها رَؤوماً

تَحضُنُ مِن شَربِها يَتامى

Rocking orphaned children with tenderness

After they had drunk to the very last line