عيسى تَبارى بَعدَ طولِ كِلالُها

مِثلُ الأَهِلَّةِ قَد ذَهَبنَ مَحاقا

Isa awakened after her long languor

White camels racing on, despite their long-suffered exhaustion,

Like the new moon, her sorrows now in the past

Resembling crescent moons that have waned into fading curves,

يَرمي العِجاجَ بِها أَغَرُّ مُحَجَّلٌ

جَعَلَ السُيوفَ مُناكِحاً وَطَلاقا

Throwing her veil, a fetching, modest dear

Thrust through the dust by a noble, radiant hero,

Who made of swords her wedding and divorce

Who has made of swords his marriage and his divorce.