1. When the night receded in its withdrawal
And the dawn's light shone from its horizon

2. I called Saad, so he came with his falcon
Bearing good fortune on its hooded glove

3. Guaranteeing ample prey within its grasp
A shame the weakness of birds in their refuge

4. Its peers recoil from its piercing talons
Seizing the moment in its fervent rush

5. As if it went to a cloth-seller's shop
Where the falconer fitted it with its plume

6. So it hunted before the unleashed dash
Fifty mourning doves within its clinched hunt

7. What good deeds it did were never matched
Nor a promise left unfulfilled in its pact