1. I have mounted and the night has donned its cloak,
With waves billowing darkly beneath its surface.

2. Tamed is the fire that flickers in its depths,
Like a green cord gliding through the currents.

3. It climbs up the ridge line of its back
And outstrips the wind in its onward rush.

4. With the insistence of an obstinate jinni
The howling wasteland echoes its shuddering advance.

5. It does not wait for the gazelle to match its stride
Before its claws appear amidst the brush.

6. Before the gaze can turn from its passage
It has reached its destination south and home.