كَأَنَّ قَوائِمَ النَحامِ لَمّا

تَحَمَّلَ صُحبَتي أُصُلاً مَحارُ

As if the legs of the ostrich when

Bearing my companionship became native willows

عَلى قَرماءَ عاليَةٌ شَواهُ

كَأَنَّ بَياضَ غُرَّتِهِ خِمَارُ

Upon lofty sand dunes, its whiteness is

Like an abaya's fabric

وَما يُدريكَ ما فَقري إِلَيهِ

إِذا مَا القَومُ وَلَّوا أَو أَغاروا

And what would you know of my need for him

When the people turn away or depart

وَيُحضِرُ فَوقَ جُهدِ الحُضرِ نَصّاً

يَصيدُكَ قافِلاً وَالمُخُّ رارُ

And he brings, beyond the effort of the towns, aid

That hunts you down though returning and fate bitter