شُعثاً شَوازِبَ قَد طَوى أَقرابَها
كَرُّ الطِرادِ لَواحِقُ الآطالِ
With disheveled hair its locks have coiled
Like a frightened ostrich chased by hunters
بِأُلاكَ تَمنَعُ أَن تُنَفِّقَ بَعدَما
قَصَّعتَ بَينَ حُزونَةٍ وَرِمالِ
It refuses to spend out of miserliness
After squandering between sorrow and sands
وَبِهِنَّ نَدفَعُ كَربَ كُلُّ مُثَوِّبٍ
وَتَرى لَها خُدَداً بِكُلِّ مَجالِ
With them we repel the worries of every repentant man
And you see for it folds in every expanse
إِنّي بَنى لي دارِمٌ عادِيَّةً
في المَجدِ لَيسَ أَرومُها بِمُزالِ
I have built houses in glory
Not desiring to demolish them
وَأَبي الَّذي وَرَدَ الكِلابَ مُسَوِّماً
وَالخَيلُ تَحتَ عَجاجِها المِنجالِ
And my father who welcomed the dogs by naming them
While the horses underneath their armors clanked
تَمشي كَواتِفُها إِذا ما أَقبَلَت
بِالدارِعينَ تَكَدُّسَ الأَوعالِ
Their anklets clinking as they walked
Piling up the valley with their cargo
قَلِقاً قَلائِدُها تُقادُ إِلى العِدى
رُجُعَ الغَذِيِّ كَثيرَةَ الأَنفالِ
Their necklaces clamor as they head to battle
The war party returns with abundant spoils
أَكَلَت دَوابِرَها الإِكامُ فَمَشيُها
مِمّا وَجينَ كَمِشيَةِ الأَطفالِ
Their mounts slowed by the fodder they consumed
Walking like toddlers learning to crawl
فَكَأَنَّهُنَّ إِذا فَزِعنَ لِصارِخٍ
وَشَرَعنَ بَينَ سَوافِلٍ وَعَوالِ
So when they panic at a battlecry
And sprint between lowlands and summits
وَهَزَزنَ مِن جَزَعٍ أَسِنَّةَ صُلَّبٍ
كَجُزوعِ خَيبَرَ أَو جُزوعِ أَوالِ
Shaking the bridles of resolute steeds
Like the trunks of Khaybar or the trunks of Awl
طَيرٌ تُبادِرُ رائِحاً ذا غَبيَةٍ
بَرداً وَتَسحَقَهُ خَريقَ شَمالِ
Birds hastily taking flight with stupidity
Meeting the cold and crushed by the north wind
عَلِقَت أَعِنَّتُهُنَّ في مَجرومَةٍ
سُحُقٍ مُشَذَّبَةِ الجُذوعِ طِوالِ
Their bridles caught in a tangled acacia
With tall, slender trunks
تَغشى مُكَلَّلَةً عَوابِسُها بِنا
يَومَ اللِقاءِ أَسِنَّةَ الأَبطالِ
Their grim faces overwhelming us
On the day of the meeting of heroes
تَرعى الزَعانِفَ حَولَنا بِقِيادِها
وَغُدُوُّهُنَّ مُرَوَّحَ التَشلالِ
Grazing the meadows around us when they set out
Their trotting enlivening waterfalls
يَومَ الشُعَيبَةِ يَومَ أَقدَمَ عامِرٌ
قُدّامَ مُشعِلَةِ الرُكوبِ غَوالِ
The day Aamir advanced
Before the kindled riding beasts
وَتَرى مُراخيها يَثوبُ لِحاقُها
وِردَ الحَمامِ حَوائِرَ الأَوشالِ
And you see their tether ropes flutter as they gallop
Like the flocking of doves to their nests
