إذا اللقاح غدت ملقى أصرتها

ولم تُندِّ عصوب كفَّ معتصبِ

When the pollen becomes rendezvous I persist with it

And do not lament with a clenched fist or weeping eyes

وجاءت الريح من تلقاء مغربها

وضَنَّ من قدره ذو القِدر بالعُقَبِ

And the wind comes from the direction of its sunset

And the one with power laments his fate with bare feet

وكهكه المدلج المقرور في يده

واستدفأ الكلب في المأسور ذي الذِّئبِ

And the one wearing fine clothes laughs with might

And the dog takes warmth beside the chained wolf