إن كُنتِ سَاقِيةً بِبُز

لِ الأُدمِ أَو بِحِقَاقِها

If you are a water-bearer in robes

Of fine linen or silken cloaks,

فَاسقِي بَني نَهد إِذَا

شَربُوا خِيَارَ زِقَاقِها

Then give to drink the sons of Nahd when

They have sipped the choice of its alleys.

فالخيلُ تَعلَمُ كَيفَ نَلحـ

ـقُهَا غَداةَ لحِاقِهَا

For the steeds know well how

To attack her at dawn after overtaking her,

بأسنّةٍ زُرق صبحنـ

ـا القومَ حَدَّ رِقاقِها

With blue lances that have dyed red

The people at the height of her alleys,

حَتَّى تَرَي قِصَدَ القَنَا

والبِيضَ فِي أَعنَاقِها

Until you see the butts of the spears

And the whites in their necks.