تتيهُ جيادُ الخيلِ عُجْباً وعِزَّةً

إذا نهضت أمْطاؤها بابن قَيْصَرا

The stallions of horses are lost in awe and honor

When their saddles are mounted by the son of Caesar

بفارسِ يَوْمَيْ بأسهِ ونَوالِهِ

تُجلِّي مَساعيهِ قَتاماً وعِثْيَرا

With a horseman whose might and friendship

Make plain his efforts, muddy and dusty

فيحمي الحمى والخيلُ تعثرُ بالقنا

ويقري القرى إِن هَبَّت الريح صرصرا

So he protects the protected and the horses stumble over the spears

And he rains on the villages if the wind blows noisily

ويُخرس ضوضاء الخطوب بصبره

إذا ما وَنى عَوْدُ المعالي وجرْجرا

And he silences the clamor of battles with his patience

When the timber of glory creaked

ويبعثُها رأدَ الضُّحى أسَديَّةً

تُغادر مُغْبَرَّ المَعارِكِ أحْمَرا

And the dew of dawn sends him lion-like

Leaving the dusty arenas of battle red