1. I set out at night in its darkness,
And morning had not yet emerged with its radiance,

2. On a lively horse I had forgotten,
With protruding chest and sturdy build,

3. Tall, complete, perfectly formed,
Its four legs matching each other,

4. Hind legs higher than forelegs,
With a coat the color of dark night,

5. That had dyed its mane and tail,
So it blended into the dark that carried the dawn,

6. Its pace outpacing the glance of an eye,
Not touching the ground or feeling it,

7. Its legs gliding as if flying,
If a lion roared calling its cubs, it would answer,

8. Swifter to reach what it seeks,
Than an arrow reaching its target,

9. Its legs moving in accord with what it sees,
As if the word conforms to its meaning,

10. Its legs match its hands in speed,
As if when galloping in its stride,

11. Its hind legs precede its forelegs,
Without tiring or flagging in zeal,

12. Or sweating moisture from its flank,
As if when it ran past others,

13. Its master could sleep atop its back,
Galloping strongly, unstoppable,

14. Without an eyelid flinching in displeasure,
Deliberate in its smooth gait, wandering,

15. Chasing the deer wherever they fled,
With claws like those of a creature of prey,

16. All winged creatures flee from its onslaught,
It spends the night restless with hunger at dawn,

17. Its eyes like chiseled gold,
In a forehead protruding behind,

18. Guiding those lost from its path,
Its intelligence almost burning it,

19. If it sought a planet it would reach it,
Never tired or exhausted by it,

20. Its eyelids never closed in the air,
While seeking its food yearningly,

21. When the partridge appeared before it,
And it descended upon it from its right,

22. Rushing down towards it to engulf it,
Until when it drew near towering over it,

23. With a swoop demonstrating its strength,
Spraying it with what it had gathered of dust,

24. Then it appeared standing over its prey,
And terror poured from its heart,

25. Covered in its blood dripping,
Oh what an ill-fated partridge it was!

26. The hawk did no wrong in what it attained,
When the partridge returned to what it faced,

27. Then it saw behind it another of its brothers,
And a doe following with its female,

28. And a ram stubborn in its zeal,
And every hawk with its companion,

29. Until the leader made them its spoils,
And the four were left by its killing,

30. So our hearty feast was from its catch,
And every good thing we grant it,

31. So some of what it brought back in its endeavor,
It gave to the hawks what God granted in its meaning,

32. What no falcon attained or saw before,
The day of the hawks was altogether joyous,

33. I am the son of him who honor adorned,
And the son of him whose renown filled the world,

34. And established the kingdom it encompassed,
And was protector from every harm,

35. That magnificent, glorious supporter,
Whom ambition never motivated,

36. Nor did sin obscure his piety,
Nor did the world change his faith,

37. May God bless and choose him,