1. The swimmer steadily ripping through the waters
On the sands, loyal, no treachery in his strides

2. He endured the harshest of deserts, yet his limbs were not parched
Rest your eyes from the thirsty, upon the sated rainclouds

3. If you could but see him pacing as the pebbles crack
Beneath the windows, paired steps then alone

4. You would swear that his hooves, unless you were certain
Were of Tadmor's rock or the face of Othman