زَمِيرُ الهَبانِيقِ فِي زَمخَرٍ

مَجُوفٍ إِذا ما ارتَجَسنَ ارتِجَاسا

The cooing of the doves in the hollow

bamboo stalk when they alight with fluttering

فلَمّا كَسَعتُهُمُ بالرِماحٍ

أَخلَّوا إِليهِنَّ حوماً دِحاسا

So when I heard them with spears

They rushed at them a crushing swarm

كَأَنَّ تَجاوُبَ أَصواتِها

إِذا ما قَرَبنَ المِياهَ الخِماسا

As if the echoing of their voices

As they approached the fifth of the waters