آلَفُ ما صِدتُ مِنَ القَنيصِ

بِكُلِّ بازٍ واسِعِ القَميصِ

I favor most the hunting of the game,

With every hawk of wide and ample vest,

ذي بُرنُسٍ مُذَهَّبٍ رَصيصِ

وَهامَةٍ وَمِنسَرٍ حَصيصِ

Wearing a gilded hood, compact and tight,

With striking head and beak of shearing edge,

وَجُؤجُؤٍ عَوَّلَ بِالدَليصِ

مُدَبَّجٍ مُعَيَّنِ الفُصوصِ

A breast that glistens with a polished sheen,

Patterned like silk, with gem-like spots defined,

عَلى الكَراكي نَهِمٍ حَريصِ

آنَسَ عِشرينَ بِذاتِ العيصِ

Against the cranes, a greedy, eager foe,

He spotted twenty in the tangled wood,

فَاِنسَلَّ عَن سُكارِهِ المَمحوصِ

وَاِنقَضَّ يَهوي وَهوَ كَالوَبيصِ

Then slipped clearly from his polished leash,

And swooped down falling like a flash of light,

دانى جَناحَيهِ إِلى نَصيصِ

فَاِعتامَ مِنها كُلَّ ذي خَميصِ

Drawing his wings in for a frantic dash,

He singled out the leanest of the flock,

فَقَدَّهُ بِمِخلَبٍ قَبوصِ

فَكَم ذَبَحنا ثَمَّ مِن مَوقوصِ

And struck it with a claw that grips and tears;

How many there we slew with broken necks,

وَكَم لَنا في البَيتِ مِن مَقصوصِ

مُعَدَّةٍ لِلشَيِّ وَالمُصوصِ

How many in our house lie clipped and cleaned,

Ready for roasting fire and savory broth.