1. وَلَيلَةٍ خَبَطتُ مِن ظُلَمائِها

    بِنازِحِ الخَطوِ إِذا الخَطوُ دَنا

    And many a night I beat my way through its darkness,

    On a long-striding mount when strides grew short.

  2. قَدِ اِنبَرى يَغتَرِفُ السَيرَ بِنا

    في طُرُقٍ يَخبِطُ فيهِنَّ الهُدى

    He had surged forward, scooping up distance as he bore us,

    Along paths where guidance itself gropes blindly.

  3. يَنهى الوَجى أَمثالَهُ عَنِ السَرى

    وَساعَدَتهُ ميعَةٌ تَنهى الوَجى

    Foot soreness keeps his like from traveling by night,

    And vigor aided him, warding off soreness.