وَهَل أُنجِدَنَّ بِعَبديَّةٍ

تَمُدُّ عَلابيبَها لِلحُدا

And will succor be granted by servitude

That stretches forth its tents to the wild?

وَأَسمَعُ لَيلَةَ أَورادِها

تَداعي الرُغاءِ وَزَجرِ الرُعا

And shall I hearken on watch through the night

To the murmur of prayers and the herdsman's cry?