1. The echo of your generous steed is praiseworthy to God
To be guided and to guide rightly by the truth

2. Whatever creature you wished and whoever you created
Exceeding bounds in nobility and precedence

3. Prancing from an excess of joy, yet he does not
Make it frivolity, whether frolicsome or staid

4. Between his blondness and redness is a hue
Whose light glitters and kindles

5. With blazing glances you'd think were filled
With rancor against his enemies

6. He charges the enemies like lightning
And for those you love a fortunate star

7. With a forelock that flows and you'd reckon it
The morning's thread stretched across his face

8. And hooves like emerald even if
They were solid rock in hue

9. Racing the steeds of both battle lines yet none
Knew a chest or rosebed faster