كَفَيتُ حَزيماً وَمُرّانَها

مِراساً وَخَلَّيتُهُم لِلفَخارِ

I have spared the bridle and testing of her,

The file, and I have left them to the potter.

فَلا تَدعوَنْهُم إِلى نَجدَةٍ

وَلَكِن فَهَيِّب بِهِم مَن تُجاري

So do not call them to help,

But frighten with them those you compete with.

زَعانِفُ سودٌ كَخُبثِ الحَدي

دِ يَكفي الثَلاثَةَ شِقُّ الإِزارِ

Black fins like the malice of dung beetles—

It is enough that the three rend the loincloth.