خَلَعتُ عِنانَ الفَودَجِيَّةِ بَعدَما

رَمَت بِشُعَيثٍ فَوقَ غُبرِ المَخارِمِ

I loosened the reins of my she-camel after she

Galloped over the dust of ancient ruins

تَبَغَّينَ بُلكوثاً ثَلاثاً يَعُدنَهُ

وَيَومَينِ ما يَعجُمنَ غيرَ الشَكائِمِ

Longing for three nights of rest where they count them

And two days where none are heard but the wailers

تَبَغَّينَهُ في أَهلِهِ فَوَجَدنَهُ

عَظيمَ السَوادِ عِندَ مَدِّ القَوائِمِ

Longing for rest among his people, yet there he was found

Great and dark-coated, standing tall amid the rising tents