1. شَتّانَ ما بَيني وَبَينَ صَحابَتي

    وَالعيسُ بي وَبِهِم تَمُدُّ بُراها

    What a gulf between me and my companions,

    As the pale camels carry me and them, stretching their nose-rings.

  2. يُحصونَ أَميالَ الطَريقِ وَفي يَدي

    كَم خُطوَةٍ تَحني البَعيرَ خُطاها

    They count the miles of the road, while in my hand

    Is many a step whose strides make the camel bend.