وَرَكبٍ كَأَنَّ الريحَ تَطلُبُ عِندَهُم

لَها تِرَةً مِن جَذبِها بِالعَصائِبِ

And they ride as if the wind seeks refuge with them

It has a string from its pulling of the turbans

يَغُضّونَ أَطرافَ العِصِيِّ كَأَنَّها

تُخَزِّمُ بِالأَطرافِ شَوكَ العَقارِبِ

They bend the ends of the staffs as if they

Sting with the ends the thorns of scorpions

سَرَوا يَخبِطونَ اللَيلَ وَهيَ تَلُفُّهُم

عَلى شُعَبِ الأَكوارِ مِن كُلِّ جانِبِ

They wandered hitting the night and it envelops them

On the roads of the lands from every side

إِذا ما رَأوا ناراً يَقولونَ لَيتَها

وَقَد خَصِرَت أَيديهِمُ نارُ غالِبِ

When they see a fire they say if only it

And their hands have been girded by the fire of the victor

إِلى نارِ ضَرّابِ العَراقيبِ لَم يَزَل

لَهُ مِن ذُبابَي سَيفِهِ خَيرُ حالِبِ

To the fire of the kindler of embers he did not cease

To have from the flies of his sword the best dogs

تَدُرُّ بِهِ الأَنساءُ في لَيلَةِ الصَبا

وَتَنتَفِخُ اللَباتُ عِندَ التَرائِبِ

The young women circle around it on the night of dissociation

And the flames swell at the cooking pots