وَأَشقَرٍ تُضرَمُ مِنهُ الوَغى

وَأَشقَرٍ تُضرَمُ مِنهُ الوَغى

بِشُعلَةٍ مِن شُعَلِ الباسِ

بِشُعلَةٍ مِن شُعَلِ الباسِ

And a chestnut steed, from whom battle is kindled

With flaxen hair, from which strife is kindled,

with a flame from the flames of valor.

With a flame from the torches of valiance,

مِن جُلَّنارٍ ناضِرٍ خَدُّهُ

مِن جُلَّنارٍ ناضِرٍ خَدُّهُ

وَأُذُنُهُ مِن وَرَقِ الآسِ

وَأُذُنُهُ مِن وَرَقِ الآسِ

His cheek is of fresh pomegranate blossom,

With cheeks like bright embers,

and his ear is a myrtle leaf.

And ears like mulberry leaves,

تَطلُعُ لِلغُرَّةِ في وَجهِهِ

تَطلُعُ لِلغُرَّةِ في وَجهِهِ

حَبابَةٌ تَضحَكُ في كاسِ

حَبابَةٌ تَضحَكُ في كاسِ

There rises, as the white blaze on his face,

For youthfulness, his face shows a dimple

a bubble laughing in a cup.

That smiles in a goblet.