للَّه أسبرةٌ غراءُ قد جعلت

للَّه أسبرةٌ غراءُ قد جعلت

أحداقها من يواقيت ومرجان

أحداقها من يواقيت ومرجان

God be praised for a radiant hawk! Fashioned are

God has a gray mare whose eyes are made of rubies and coral

Her eyes from rubies and coral.

Its graceful neck emerges from its collar bright as a shining moon

براقة الجيد من قرناسها خرجت

براقة الجيد من قرناسها خرجت

تتيه في بردتي حسنٍ وإحسان

تتيه في بردتي حسنٍ وإحسان

Her neck gleaming, she has emerged from her moult,

It wanders in my gown of beauty and benevolence

Strutting in the two mantles of beauty and excellence.

Its dawn-like chest and pre-dawn wings as dark as night

لها من الصبح صدرٌ مشرقٌ وكذا

لها من الصبح صدرٌ مشرقٌ وكذا

من الظلام قبيل الفجر جنحان

من الظلام قبيل الفجر جنحان

She has from dawn a radiant breast, and likewise,

A shooting star, its beak bloodied from one with no armor

From the darkness just before dawn, two wings.

Its master, the herald of good news, continues to be adorned

شهباءُ ماضية المنسار راحتها

شهباءُ ماضية المنسار راحتها

مخضوبةٌ بدمٍ من ال حجلان

مخضوبةٌ بدمٍ من ال حجلان

She is ash-gray and sharp-beaked; her palm

With the highest glory and stature

Is dyed with blood from the partridge clan.

And it remains in his service, for as long as the leaves sing songs atop the branches

لا زال صاحبها المولى البشير تضي

لا زال صاحبها المولى البشير تضي

سعوده برفيع العز والشان

سعوده برفيع العز والشان

May her master, Lord Bashir, ever have radiant

Good fortune amid lofty glory and renown.

ولا تزال له العلياءُ خادمةٌ

ولا تزال له العلياءُ خادمةٌ

ما صادح الورق غنى فوق أفنان

ما صادح الورق غنى فوق أفنان

And may eminence ever be his handmaid,

As long as the cooing dove sings above the boughs.