أَرَى نَاقَتِي اليومَ قَدْ أَصْبَحَتْ

عَلَى الأَيْنِ ذاتَ هِبَابٍ نَوَارَا

I see my she-camel this morning

Become on the sand a mirage, a phantom.

رَأَتْ هَلَكًا بِنِجَافِ الغَبِيطِ

فَكَادَتْ تَجُدُّ لذاكَ الهِجَارَا

She saw perdition in the arid tract -

And was about to bellow in distress for that.