1. وَيَومٍ كَحَسوِ الطَيرِ بِتنا نَنوشُهُ

    عَلى شُعَبِ الأَكوارِ وَاللَيلُ غاسِقُ

    And many a day’s journey—as fleeting as a bird’s sip—we traversed through the night,

    astride the forks of camel-saddles, while the night was pitch-dark.