قَد أَغتَدي وَاللَيلُ ذو غَياطِلِ

هابي الدُجى مُضَرَّجِ الخَصائِلِ

The night has arrived clouded with darkness

I sally forth while night still holds its heavy folds,

Enveloping the horizon with its black hair

A formidable dark with streaks of crimson hue,

بِتَوِّجِيٍّ مُرهَفِ المَعاوِلِ

حامي الحُمَيّا مُخلِطٍ مُزايِلِ

Bearing a diadem with sharp tools

Bearing a crowned hawk with talons honed and sharp,

Guarding the village, mixing with the dwellings

Fierce in his spirit, mingling force with guile,

يوفي اِنتِصابَ المَلِكِ الحُلاحِلِ

فَوقَ شِمالِ القانِصِ المُخاتِلِ

Fulfilling the uprightness of the everlasting King

He holds the posture of a sovereign king,

Above the left of the entrenched fighter

Upon the left hand of the cunning hunter,

أَفحَجَ مَخشِيِّ الشَذى قُصائِلِ

حَتّى إِذا أَطلَقَ غَيرَ آئِلِ

It wandered freely with its dangling braids

Bow-legged, feared in might, and stout of build,

Until when it let loose without returning

Until, when launched, he fails not to return

إِلّا بِما اِعتامَ مِنَ المَعاقِلِ

صِلُّ المَغالي هَدَفُ المَخاصِلِ

Except by what the fortresses hid

Save with the quarry chosen from the heights,

The desires are fulfilled, the joints affected

A striking viper, the wager's winning aim,

وَالسِربُ بَينَ خارِقٍ وَوائِلِ

كَأَنَّهُ حينَ سَما كَالخائِلِ

And the flock between the piercing and the wailer

Leaving the flock 'twixt pierced and seeking shelter,

As if when it rose like the departer

As though, when he soared up, he was a cloud,

مُنقَلِبُ الحِملاقِ غَيرُ غافِلِ

مُنكَفِتاً لِسِربِهِنَّ الجافِلِ

Returning burdened, not heedless

With rolling eye, alert and never dull,

Lowering to their fluttering flock

Diving swiftly upon their frightened drove,

جَندَلَةٌ تَهوي إِلى جَنادِلٍ

يَدوينَ بَينَ دَنِفٍ مُناقِلِ

A crested one glides down to the crested

A massive boulder crashing onto stones,

Resounding between the beating and transporting

They cry aloud, between the dying and the fleet,

وَبَينَ مُفَرّي القَرا خَرادِلِ

كَأَنَّهُ في جِلدِهِ الرَعابِلِ

And the trotting coursers' galloping

And those with spines torn open, cut to shreds,

As if in its supple skin

As though within his loose and layered skin,

لابِسِ فَروٍ نائِسِ الذَلاذِلِ

Wearing a coat of hanging humility

He wears a fur coat with its tassels swaying.