مُستَفحَلٌ يَستَورِهُ الهِياخا

اَرقَبُ يَمشى مُكبَلاً مَيّاخا

A swollen torrent cloaked in heavy mist,

A neck walking fettered with iron chains,

تَرَى عَلَيهِ جِلداً جَنباخا

نَطَّاحَة لا يَشتَكِي الصِّماخا

You see upon it skin like armor,

A camel that does not complain of branding.

اذا تَداعَى الفِتَنُ انتِجاخا

فَرَقَ اِرجافَهُمُ النَّجّاخا

When seditions clash and roar,

Their cowardice scatters them like frightened ostriches.

لَو يَنطَحُ العادِيَةَ الفِرضاخا

حَسَبتَها مِن شَِّجِهِ القَلاّخا

If he butts the she-camel, the saddle-maker,

You would think, from his vigor, a blacksmith.

حَنظَلَةً تَنفَضِحُ انفِضاخا

عَن مُصعَبٍ تَرَى لَهُ اِكماخا

A young female hyena, bleating as she walks,

You see in Mus'ab a perfect cloak.

عادِيَةً وَمِرجَماً جَمّاخا

فَلا تَرَى فى اَمرِنا انفِساخا

A she-camel, and a stud trained for war,

You see no giving way in our affair,

عَن عُقَدِ الحَقِّ وَلا امتِداخا

Nor any slackness in the bonds of Truth.