وَإِنّي في الجِيادِ لمَن تَراهُ

لطَلقُ الوَجهِ غُرَّتَهُ نَداهُ

And I in the running horses, for one you see,

Clear of face, his cry gives him light,

إِذا جارَيتَهُ قَصَّرتَ عَنهُ

وَلا سِيَّما إِذا طالَت خُطاهُ

When you race with him, you fall short of him,

Especially when his strides are long,

وَكَم مِن سابِقٍ قَد بَلَّ لِبداً

فَلَم يَلَق غُباراً مَن عَلاهُ

And how many racers though strong,

Meet no dust from one swifter than they,

فَحَلَّ لَهُ الطَريقُ فَلَستُ مِمَّن

تَبَلَّغَهُ حَوافِرَهُ مَداهُ

So the course is open before them yet I am not one,

Whose horse's hooves outstretch to the goal.