مَبيتُنا جانِبُ البَطحاءِ مِن شَرَفٍ

لِحافُنا دونَ وَقعِ القَطرِ جِلبابُ

Our night's stay by the desert plain was one of nobility

Our blanket below the patter of raindrops a cloak

مُبَطَّنٌ بِكِساءِ القَزِّ لَيسَ لَنا

إِلّا الوَليدَةَ وَالنَعلَينِ أَصحابُ

Lined with silk, we own nothing

Except for the mare and the two sandals, companions

ثُمَّ المَطِيَّةُ بِالبَطحاءِ يَضرِبُها

واهي العُرى مِن نَجاءِ الدَلوِ سَكّابُ

Then the tent rope in the plain, striking it

Feeble from the full bucket's pouring, drawer of water