وَعُوجٍ كَأَمثالِ الأَهِلَّةُ بزَّلٍ

دِقاقٍ حَواشيها تماكٍ خُصورُها

With twisted necks like the crescent moon veering

Whose slender sides ache while the ribs are seared

عَقَرتُ لِصحبٍ جُوَّعٍ فَرَدَدتُهُم

بِطاناً وَلَمّا تَدمَ مِنها نُحورُها

My friends were famished when we rode back yonder

I cut them open once blood dripped from their tender