قَدْ جَاءَتِ البَغْلَةُ السَّفْوَاءُ يَجْنُبُها

قَدْ جَاءَتِ البَغْلَةُ السَّفْوَاءُ يَجْنُبُها

لِلْبَرْقِ غَيْثٌ بَدَا يَنْهَلُّ مَاطِرُهُ

لِلْبَرْقِ غَيْثٌ بَدَا يَنْهَلُّ مَاطِرُهُ

The thin-forelocked mule has arrived, led alongside

The foolish she-camel has come, lightning flashes by her side,

by rain accompanying lightning, appearing as its cloud pours down.

Its rain pours down in streams.

عَرِيقَةٌ نَاسَبَتْ أَخْوالَها فَلَها

عَرِيقَةٌ نَاسَبَتْ أَخْوالَها فَلَها

بِالْعِتْقِ مِنْ أَكْرَمِ الجِنْسَيْنِ فَاخِرُهُ

بِالْعِتْقِ مِنْ أَكْرَمِ الجِنْسَيْنِ فَاخِرُهُ

Of noble stock, she takes after her maternal uncles, and hers is

A noble she-camel, related to her uncles,

the distinction of noble breeding from the nobler of the two kinds.

Freed with the most generous ransom of the two creations.

مِلءُ الحِزَامِ وَمِلءُ العَيْنِ مُسْفِرَةٌ

مِلءُ الحِزَامِ وَمِلءُ العَيْنِ مُسْفِرَةٌ

يُرِيكَ غَائِبَها فِي الحُسْنِ حَاضِرُهُ

يُرِيكَ غَائِبَها فِي الحُسْنِ حَاضِرُهُ

Filling the girth and filling the eye, she is radiant;

With a full saddle girth and bright eyes brimming over,

her visible beauty shows you what is hidden in her.

Her beauty makes the absent present.

أَهْدى لَها الرَّوْضُ مِنْ أَوْصَافِهِ شِيَةً

أَهْدى لَها الرَّوْضُ مِنْ أَوْصَافِهِ شِيَةً

خَضْراءَ نَاضِرَةً إِنْ زَالَ ناضِرُهُ

خَضْراءَ نَاضِرَةً إِنْ زَالَ ناضِرُهُ

The meadow bestowed on her, from its own qualities, a marking

The meadow offered her its greenest plants in homage,

green and fresh, even if its own fresh growth fades.

Afraid they would fade if her radiance left.

لَيْسَتْ بِأَوَّلِ حُمْلانٍ شَرَيْت بِهِ

لَيْسَتْ بِأَوَّلِ حُمْلانٍ شَرَيْت بِهِ

حَمْدِي وَلا هِيَ يَا ذَا الجُودِ آخِرُهُ

حَمْدِي وَلا هِيَ يَا ذَا الجُودِ آخِرُهُ

She is not the first gift of a mount with which you bought

She is not the first camel I have bought,

my praise, nor, O generous one, is she the last.

Nor, O Generous One, will she be the last.

كَمْ قَدْ تَقَدَّمَها مِنْ سَابِحٍ بِيَدِي

كَمْ قَدْ تَقَدَّمَها مِنْ سَابِحٍ بِيَدِي

عِنَانُهُ وَعَلى الجَوْزَا حَوَافِرُهُ

عِنَانُهُ وَعَلى الجَوْزَا حَوَافِرُهُ

How many a swimming steed preceded her! In my hand

How many racers have I held by the bridle,

lay its reins, while its hooves were upon al-Jawza.

Their hooves drumming the ground!