يَرَى الوَحشَةَ الأنسَ الأنِيسَ وَ يَهتَدِي
بِحَيتُ اْهتَدَت أُمُّ النُّجُومِ الشَّوَابِكِ

He deems the Wild the sweetest of friends, and travels on

where travels above him the Mother of all the clustered stars.

—Pre-Islamic poet Ta’abata Sharran