سلت أسابرة البزاة مخالباً

في يوم فاقعةٍ كحد المنصلِ

The sharp claws of the spotted hyenas snatched

On the day of an overwhelming calamity, sharp as a cleaver

وغدت تنادي والحجال بكفها

أين النجا من فتك سيف مهلهل

And they began calling, striking their jaws with their paws

Where can one escape from the killing blow of a polished sword?

كرم به يوماً محا فيه ضيا

شهب البزاة ظلام ليل الأحجل

One day it generously erased the radiance

Of the spotted hyenas, the darkness of a pitch-black night