1. Time in us untamed steed, ever changing pace,
Now slowing, now quickening its heated race,

2. With kindness I tame its wildness awhile,
Till it tricks me with peace and beguiling smile.

3. They who know life, zeal leaves them behind,
On the path of comfort their wills inclined.

4. From fate the portion of glory I claim,
Not the lot of hero wrapped in fame.

5. What heights have I not scaled, what deeds not done?
My resolve has surmounted each lofty one.

6. Long is the course of this aspiration,
But my purpose is fixed past hesitation.

7. Lesser goals I pursue and attain,
The greatest with fate’s caprice remain.

8. Curse the fates! Though against me they’re set,
The hopes of weak souls I'll never regret.

9. Before me no triumph unearned e'er bowed,
Save by the stroke of my sword avowed.

10. Have not the swords caressed my neck?
Or arrowheads kissed my face a wreck?

11. Has not patience tempered my heart for the fight
When darkness brings squadrons in threatening night?

12. Have I not led the charge through the murk
To weld the ranks no terror can irk?

13. With thrusts of lance shall I crown the day
And cheeks too noble for blows display.

14. When fear pales the faces, mine glows red
With blood by valor generously shed.

15. Let my foe be abased. How oft in fright
From his saddle by me was he smitten in flight!

16. You looked on me arrogantly askance,
Saw my sword sever your steed and lance.

17. Now dawn shows your weeping, humbled eye,
My blade still dripping from your blood’s dye.

18. My bounty you thought to wrest in strife,
Like tearing silk from neck in forfeit of life.

19. Will time not end this youthful conceit,
Killed by wine in ignorance complete?

20. A potion we quaff that stills our mind,
Ever closing eyes no insight find.

21. Our days the rapture of youth still savor,
Trailing the skirts of time with childish fervor.

22. I give you this charm: beware the shame
When love meets only contempt and blame!

23. Beware separation's drought desiccate
What obligation's rains irrigate!

24. True affection I gave that others crave
Like parched lips seeking water to lave.

25. What nights before in dreams to you I came
And you came to me till dawn broke our claim!

26. Then sunrise tore off night’s veils to display
Our dreams faded into light of day.

27. The breeze tricks us when it wafts the scent
Of darkness with sweets of night present.

28. Though now the north wind is harsh and chill,
Its breath pearled with hint of gladness still.

29. Toward it fine coats toss manes in delight,
Sleek with joy pervading their height.

30. If my love the flowers could feel, their red
Would pale to yellow, passion bled.

31. I startle cares with daring joyful art
That in sternest souls awe can impart.

32. Blood is its kiss when conflict is done,
Sheathed at peace its warrior work is won.

33. Its reins with soil and death I affirmatively guide,
Spurring my steed's zeal in its conquering stride.

34. It rides between a meadow and mere,
Turning from water to slain gazelle near.

35. It nurses the plague that makes winds stream
Tears on it of clouds that scream.

36. I see heaven's stars in the swirl tremble and shake,
As if my sword's tempest could firmament break!

37. And the babe of night in country's lap
Drinks dawn bitter as weaned from breast's sap.

38. Its stars for the dawn scramble, in numbers vast,
The moon chasing too in that jostling past.

39. Through shimmering haze a moon I behold
Regarding us wind-blown, gauzy, cold.

40. The shooting stars' flames in the sky freeze
Strung on a thread borne on the breeze.

41. Dew drops so thick morning seems to wear
A coat of mail made of misty air.

42. Delay rides the steed of my fervent will
That when deeds call cannot be stilled.

43. My spirit a goal at which terror shakes,
Crylng "Stop!" though resolve no counsel takes.

44. My fiery charge, though bare of shield,
With hoof lightning-striking battlefield,

45. Scorns the frequent spear in frenzied tilt,
Eager steed, reckless sword inilt.

46. The dawn embroiders heaven's whiteness
As from it the veil of gloom it tears.

47. When we march, the sun is veiled in cloud,
The land’s cheek by troops and dust is plowed.

48. My mount’s breast I free from armor's grip
When it chafes from saddle and rein and whip.

49. Kin am I to valor and fame time-endearing,
Suckled on glory's sublime milk nourishing.

50. When I face hosts, their spears are my mantle of awe,
Their serried ranks before me withdraw.

51. I wear their sharp shafts as a mail coat,
No missile can pierce it that flies in its moat.

52. So, my friend, here concludes the poem's translation from Arabic to English while preserving its form and poetic essence. Let me know if you would like me to clarify or expand on any part of it.