فكر بأسحم مثل السنان
سوى ما أصاب به مقتلُ
Then he wheeled and charged with a jet-black horn like a spearpoint,
aiming it at the mortal spot of whatever he struck;
كأن مُخَّ ريقتِه في الغُطاط
به سالخ الجلد مستبدلُ
as though its brain were its spittle in deepest sleep,
a skin-shedding serpent having replaced its own with it.
Sol 5.6