تُسائِلُني بَنو جُشَمَ بنِ بَكرٍ

أَغرّاءُ العَرادَةُ أَم بَهيمُ

The sons of Jusham ibn Bakr ask me,

Is she a chestnut mare or grey?

هِيَ الفرسُ الَّتي كَرّت عَلَيهم

عَلَيها الشَيخُ كَالأَسَدِ الكَليمُ

She is the horse that attacked them,

With the sheikh on her back like a tame lion.

إِذا تَمضيهِمُ عادَت عَلَيهم

وَقَيَّدَها الرِّماحُ فَما تَريمُ

When she charges them she returns to them,

Her spears restrain her, though she does not care.

تَعادى مِن قَوائِمِها ثَلاثٌ

بِتَحجيلٍ وَقائِمَةٌ بَهيمُ

Three of her legs move as one

With a trot, while one moves slowly.

كُمَيتٌ غَيرُ مُحلِفَةٍ وَلَكِن

كَلَونِ الصِّرفِ عُلَّ بِهِ الأَديمُ

A bay without white markings, but

The tan color adorns her hide.