وإذَا جِيَادُ الخَيلِ ماطَلَها المَدى

وإذَا جِيَادُ الخَيلِ ماطَلَها المَدى

وتَقطَّعَتْ من شَأوِها المبْهُورِ

وتَقطَّعَتْ من شَأوِها المبْهُورِ

And when the distance holds the finest steeds back,

When the steeds of war grew restless at the length of the race,

and they give out from their breathless running,

And the frightened one was thrown by the fury of its pace,

خَلُّوا عِنَاني في الرِّهانِ ومَسِّحوا

خَلُّوا عِنَاني في الرِّهانِ ومَسِّحوا

مِنِّي بِغُرَّةِ أبلق مَشْهُورِ

مِنِّي بِغُرَّةِ أبلق مَشْهُورِ

loose my reins in the race, and stroke

Give me the reins, and stake your bets, then wipe the sweat

my blaze—the blaze of a renowned piebald steed.

From my glossy, famous, sleek and beautiful face.