وَسابِحٍ هَطِلِ التَعداءِ هَتّانِ

عَلى الجِراءِ أَمينٍ غَيرِ خَوّانِ

The swimmer steadily ripping through the waters

On the sands, loyal, no treachery in his strides

أَظمى الفُصوصِ وَلَم تَظمَأ قَوائِمُهُ

فَخَلِّ عَينَيكَ في ظَمآنَ رَيّانِ

He endured the harshest of deserts, yet his limbs were not parched

Rest your eyes from the thirsty, upon the sated rainclouds

فَلَو تَراهُ مُشيحاً وَالحَصى فِلَقٌ

تَحتَ السَنابِكِ مِن مَثنىً وَوُحدانِ

If you could but see him pacing as the pebbles crack

Beneath the windows, paired steps then alone

حَلَفتَ إِن لَم تَثَبَّت أَنَّ حافِرَهُ

مِن صَخرِ تَدمُرَ أَو مِن وَجهِ عُثمانِ

You would swear that his hooves, unless you were certain

Were of Tadmor's rock or the face of Othman