1. And I in the running horses, for one you see,
Clear of face, his cry gives him light,

2. When you race with him, you fall short of him,
Especially when his strides are long,

3. And how many racers though strong,
Meet no dust from one swifter than they,

4. So the course is open before them yet I am not one,
Whose horse's hooves outstretch to the goal.