يا رُبَّ ثَورٍ بِمَكانٍ قاصِ

ذي زَمَعٍ دُلامِصٍ دِلاصِ

O Lord of a bull in a distant place

Many a wild bull in a distant, desolate place,

With determined, sturdy strides

With tufted fetlocks, skin smooth and glistening,

باتَ يُراعي النَجمَ مِن خَصاصِ

صَبَّحتُهُ بِضُمَّرٍ خِماصِ

Who spends the night watching the stars from the thicket

Spent the night watching the stars from a narrow gap,

I bid him good morning with a growling belch

I came upon him at dawn with lean, hollow-bellied hounds,

لاحِقَةً أَظبائُها شَواصِ

فَهُنَّ بَعدَ الحَضَرِ النَصّاصِ

His hounds chasing after him

Relentless pursuers with withers high and raised,

Now, after the town, the butcher

Who, after the gallop, break into a frantic pace,

مِنهُ لَها حَيثُ يَكونُ الخاصي

يَكشِرُ عَن نابٍ لَهُ قَرّاصِ

For them wherever he may be the special one

Closing in on him there where the flank is vulnerable,

Baring teeth with a nasty grin

He bares a fang that is sharp and pinching,

أَرنَبَةً سَوداءَ كَالعَناصي

بِها يُعاطي وَبِها يُعاصي

A black hare like ebony

And a black nose-tip, dark like a withered tuft,

With it he is granted and by it denied

With which he engages and with which he resists,

يَصيدُ بِالقُربِ وَبِالأَقاصي

كُلَّ سَمينٍ دَهِنٍ رَقّاصِ

Hunting nearby and afar

Hunting down the quarry, both near and far,

Every fat, oily weakling

Every fat, sleek, and prancing prize.