يا سالِكاً بَيْنَ الأَسِنَّةِ والظبُّا

إِنِّي أَشُمُّ عَلَيْكَ رائِحَةَ الدَّمِ

O passerby between the fangs and the deer

I scent upon you the smell of blood

يا لَيْتَ شِعْري مَنْ رَقاكَ بِعُودِهِ

حَتَّى رَقيتَ إلى مَكانِ الأَرْقَم

Oh, would that I knew who tamed you with his pole

Until you ascended to the place of wounds