تَقَلَّدَت إِبريقاً وَعَلَّقَت َجعبَةً

لِتُهلِكَ حَيّاً ذا زُهاءِ وَجامِلِ

She slung on a pitcher and hung a quiver,

To destroy a tribe possessing pride and camels.

فَلا تَحسَبَنّي مُستَعِدّاً لِنَفرَةِ

وَإِن كُنتُ نَطّاطاً كَثيرَ المَجاهِلِ

So do not reckon me ready to take flight,

Though I am a bounding traveler of many wilds.

فَسِر قَصدَ سَيري يا اِبنَ سَمراءَ إِنَّني

صَبورٌ عَلىتِلكَ الرُقى وَالهَتامِلِ

So walk my pace, O son of the dark one, for I am

Patient against those spells and whisperings.

فَسارَ بِهِ حَتّى أَتى بَيتَ أُمِّهِ

مُقيماً بِأَعلى الرَيبِ عِندَ الأَفاكِلِ

He journeyed with him till he reached his mother's tent,

Dwelling at the height of peril, amidst the tremors.

فَخَرَّ وَجالَ المُهرُ ذاتِ شِمالِهِ

كَسَيفِ السَرَندى لاحَ في كَفِّ صاقِلِ

Then he fell, and the colt wheeled to his left,

Like the sword of the bold, flashing in a polisher's hand.

عَلى حالَةٍ لا يَعرِفُ الوَردَ رَبُهُ

مِنَ الأَبلَقِ المَشهورِ وَسطَ القَنابِلِ

In a plight where its master distinguishes not the roan

From the famous piebald amidst the troops.

وَلَكِنَّ قَومي شَبرَقوها فُجاءَةً

بِأَورَقَ لا لَغبٍ وَلا مُتَخاذِلِ

But my people tore them to shreds suddenly,

With an ashen might, neither weary nor faltering.