1. Brave youths, honed for plunging through the dark,
Drowsy, leaning as blood drips from a wound.

2. Each spirited mare panting, her lead rope slack,
I pass with them while shadows shred the gloom,

3. My mounts streaming from Nejd's land
Through gullies amid the train of clouds,

4. To meadows where poppies were picked by girls' hands,
The blossoms now crushed and faded.

5. Branches twined by a night wind's caress,
Embracing the groves and smiling rose.