1. I compared the star above the evening twilight
Plunging towards its setting with the swiftness of a darting ostrich,

2. Whose short neck bends as it drinks and whose long one is erect and beloved,
Like a light shining among the grass astounding with its beauty,

3. Among the steeds when it appears in a procession,
With four birds flying alongside as if attached by its length to a cord,

4. Deafening is the thunder of its hooves, deafening the clash
Of stallions at stud,

5. Its forelock streaming as if melting its face
Though the drizzle does not wash it away,

6. In its fetlocks and ankles is the darkness of clustering stars
Stretching out and lying down,

7. Its legs like undisturbed water, its body a goblet of wine unmixed,
Sought after, it eludes, seeking, it seizes, never failing in the quest,

8. The gales it outraces, the lightning is a prince
In the fury of its flaming ardour,

9. Its girth encompasses the circle of a house on the plain with leaning pillars.