أُولَئكَ لَم يَدرينَ ما سَمَكُ القُرى

أُولَئكَ لَم يَدرينَ ما سَمَكُ القُرى

وَلا عُصُبٌ فيها رِئاتُ العَمارِسِ

وَلا عُصُبٌ فيها رِئاتُ العَمارِسِ

Those did not know what the villages’ fish were,

Those know not what the fish of the villages is,

nor bundles containing lambs’ lungs.

Nor have they ribs like the ribs of bridegrooms.

بِعَيني قَطامِيٍّ نَما فَوقَ مَرقَبٍ

بِعَيني قَطامِيٍّ نَما فَوقَ مَرقَبٍ

غَدا شَبِماً يَنقضُّ بَينَ الهَجارِسِ

غَدا شَبِماً يَنقضُّ بَينَ الهَجارِسِ

With the eyes of a hawk that grew above a lookout,

With my Qatamite eyes he slept on a scaffold,

it went forth chilled in the morning, swooping among fox cubs.

And awoke in the morning a dashing cavalier amid warriors.