1. O Lord of the bright morning whose tents are near,
Advancing like polished swords,

2. Cut off from the fearful path,
Adorned with widespread plains,

3. Clad in coats of every woven style,
Dressed in shining armor,

4. Or green saddlecloth, a heard steed,
Its eye as if it hasn't slept.

5. Its nose a cut ruby set on a finger,
With a forelock, fetlock, and widespread mane,

6. Beauty poured over it in waves,
And a pearl necklace around its elegant neck.

7. It pleases the beholder's eye,
Like an idol inlaid with jewels,

8. In the beauty of saturated purple,
Its rose before the dawn's light.

9. I met it before the sleepers awoke,
With all the firmness of forbidden passions,

10. An accomplished, successful, marked stallion,
Vigilant, gentle, a lofty spring,

11. Taking the furthest goal, quick to set out,
Bringing imaginings of high-mettled steeds

12. To imaginings of placid waters,
Like unbroken jars—

13. Molded from fine leather—
Without the salt of sand or mirage,

14. Until they faced the trainer,
So no arrow of ignorance could strike them,

15. And they were trained to respond to taps,
And learned to start at the right moment,

16. Then were started into a pouring rain,
And sheltered in the shade of comfortable living.