1. When I saw the horses being led at a slow pace,
Reins slack, a gentle-gaited steed,

2. I brought to you an Arabian mare,
Led by my love towards you, guided,

3. Of pure pedigree, no crossbreed in her line,
Good for breeding and raising foals,

4. Renowned for speed and feats, though she was not
Tested, save with saddle and ink,

5. When she strives in races pursuing glory,
Guide her and spur her to victory,

6. She will be a treasure for the Faith’s pole
When treasures are scarce and arms few,

7.
To defeat skulls’ cleavers in the morn

8. As stars wane at dawn’s first light,
And the horseman whose blows and swiftness

9. On long campaigns tire sword and shield,
Rejoice in the days of joy whenever