أُطَحطِحُهُ حَتَّى أُضِلَّ جَخِيفَهُ
وَيُسرِعُ فيهِ النَّافِذاتِ البَواضِعا
I crush him until I make his boasting vanish,
And he speeds the piercing, flesh-cleaving strokes into him.
فكَيفَ تَرَونَ السَّعيَ أَسأَر قِيلُهُ
عَلَى نَقَبِ الوُجُوهِ سُوداً بَراقِعا
How, then, do you judge the striving? His speech has left
Black veils upon the faces’ complexions.
أَراهُم بِحَمدِ اللهِ بَعدَ جَخِيفِهِم
غُرابَهُمُ إذ مَسَّهُ الفَترُ واقِعا
I see them, praise be to God, after their boasting—
Their raven fallen when weakness touched it.
Sol 6.1