كَرَوَّس يمضِي بآدِ أصلِهِ
إذا مضى الرمحُ بذَلقِ نَصْلِهِ
A crow still goes by its own pasture
When a spear goes by its polished blade
أقعتْ عليهِ فَيْشةٌ من شكْلِهِ
فطحاءُ يمضي مثلها بمثلِهِ
A resemblance of its shape falls on it
An open desert still goes on by its likeness
