1. With four like the claws of an eagle
He flies, outstripping the race from its course

2. As though the breeze were chained behind him
Falling short of his reach and leap

3. You see the night immersed in his face
And the dawn smiles from his excitement

4. He offers it to the fray, a warrior
As though valor were in his constitution

5. As though the horizon were in his grip
Beware, beware his grip

6. With a blueness in a brown that never fades
The blood of conflict like kohl in his blueness

7. And a rage to the souls of the lions of struggle
Whose rebukes lie in his scabbard

8. You see the greenness of water mixed
With the redness of fire on its surface

9. And you reckon it a valley brimming over
A mirage rippling in its wasteland

10. With it he attains relief on high
Whoever is crowded by care in his resolve