كَأَنَّ السَرايا بَينَ قَوٍّ وَقارَةٍ

عَصائِبُ طَيرٍ يَنتَحَينَ لَمَشرَبِ

As if the palaces between strength and dignity

Are flocks of birds seeking water to drink

وَقَد كُنتُ أَخشى أَن أَموتَ وَلَم تَقُم

قَرائِبُ عَمروٍ وَسطَ نَوحٍ مُسَلِّبِ

And I had feared that I would die before

The kinsmen of Amr stood amidst lamenting women

شَفى النَفسَ مِنّي أَو دَنا مِن شِفائِها

تَرَدّيهُمُ مِن حالِقٍ مُتَصَوِّبِ

It cured my soul, or came close to curing it

Their toppling of him from a polished saddle

تَصيحُ الرُدَينِيّاتُ في حَجَباتِهِم

صِياحَ العَوالي في الثِقافِ المُثَقَّبِ

The neighing of the mares in their tents

Is the shrieking of the summit in the perforated leather bucket

كَتائِبُ تُجزى فَوقَ كُلِّ كَتيبَةٍ

لِواءٌ كَظِلِّ الطائِرِ المُتَقَلِّبِ

Columns that are rewarded over every column

A banner like the shadow of the hovering bird