لأرسلتها مقطوعة العقل تغتدي
شوارد قد بالغن في الجولان
I would surely send it forth, its tether cut, setting out at dawn—
wild-running verses that have ranged far in their roaming—
قوارص تبقى ما رأى الشمس ناظر
وما سمعت من سامع أذنان
biting lines that endure as long as a beholder sees the sun,
and as long as a hearer’s two ears have heard.
Sol 5.6