1. O falcon, no clouds have quenched your thirst,
For you have wept copious tears from the eyes.

2. You have felled those who mounted the rocks over-confidently,
While the wind foams beneath them in agitation.

3. You traversed the skies and trod the backs of clouds
With valor, rising above the summits or almost.

4. The meteors of the heavens did not frighten your heart,
But you circled among them, flashing like lightning.

5. O you who ascended to the sublime heights and attained them,
And outstripped the flocks of birds in the race.

6. The ribs of the wind fluttered beneath you and twisted,
Breaking apart, and how many hearts you have rent asunder!

7. Until the sister of eagles fell exhausted,
And you swooped down, neither from cowardice nor trembling.

8. But your sublime spirit disdained the belly of the earth
As a dwelling, preferring the open sky as a couch.

9. So you took the garb of clouds as your winding sheet
And the layers of clouds as your pillow.