بِلاحِبٍ كَمَقَدِّ المعْنِ وَعَّسَهُ

بِلاحِبٍ كَمَقَدِّ المعْنِ وَعَّسَهُ

أَيْدِي المراسِلِ في رَوْحَاتِها خُنفَا

أَيْدِي المراسِلِ في رَوْحَاتِها خُنفَا

Along a broad track like a strip of hide, trodden down

Without a lover, like the intensity of meaning that saddened him,

By the outward-splaying forefeet of swift she-camels on their afternoon journeys.

The hands of the messenger in her messages were delicate