سَأَغدو مِنهُ مَحمولاً

عَلى أَدهَم هِملاج

I will set out riding upon him

An Adhami himlaj horse

بِلَون آبنوسيٍّ

وَوَجه كسنا العاج

Of an ivory color

With a face like carved ivory

وَثيق خَلقه لَم يُؤت

مِن طَيٍّ وَاِدماج

Tightly built, not given

To caprice or waywardness

قَصير الظَهر مَحبوك

عَظيم الرَدف رَجراج

Short backed, powerfully haunched

With thighs massive, quivering

كَمَنشور الميادين

بِهِ سُرعة إِدراج

Like an unsheathed blade

Swift to charge

وَيَسبي السَمعَ مِنهُ عِندَ

اِلجامٍ وَاِسراج

His neighing takes the hearing

When the horsemen close in.

صَهيلٍ في لجام

علكه اِيقاع صناج

The jingle of metal in his cheek strap

Has the rhythm of a little bell

لَهُ مِنهُ عَلى إِيقاعِهِ

أَلحانُ اِهزاج

Matching his gait it gives him

The song of departure

عَلَيهِ أَبَداً مِن صبغه

سربال ديباج

Its dye always clothes him

In a brocade mantle

أَزح عَنّي بِهِ الهَمَّ

وَلا تولع بِاِحراجي

Drive away my cares with him

Be not niggardly with him

فَلَم اِقتضك المَركب

إِلا بَعدَ اِحراج

I sought you out for the saddle

Only after much grief