جاءَ المُشَمِّرُ وَالأَفراسُ يَقدُمُها

هَوناً عَلى رِسلِهِ مِنها وَما اِنبَهَرا

The one with sleeves rolled up came, and his swift horses

He gently spurred on, though they needed no spurring.

وَخَلَّفَ الريحَ حَسرى وَهيَ جاهِدَةٌ

وَمَرَّ يَختَطِفُ الأَبصارَ وَالنَظَرا

The wind he left behind, struggling to keep pace,

As he sped by, drawing all eyes that beheld him.