طَلَبتُI pursued بهاwith her شاةَwild cow الإِرانِthe lair غُدَيَّةًearly one morning
طَلَبتُ بها شاةَ الإِرانِ غُدَيَّةً
مَرابِيَmothers with young سُفعاًdark-faced قَدalready حَنَونَthey grew tender لإِطفالِfrom having young
مَرابِيَ سُفعاً قَد حَنَونَ لإِطفالِ
With her I pursued the lair-dwelling wild cows early one morning—
I sought with her a lamb from Iran in the morning
Dark-faced mothers who had grown tender from having young.
Pastures high that bent down to the little ones