خَيرُ ما اِستَظرَفَ الفَوارِسَ طِرفٌ

كُلُّ طِرفٍ لِحُسنِهِ مَبهوتُ

The best that knights can glimpse is a glance

Every glance, for its beauty, leaves one entranced

هُوَ فَوقَ الجِبالِ وَعلٌ وَفي السَه

لِ عِقابٌ وَفي المَعابِرِ حُوتُ

It soars over mountains, high and grand, on the plains

An eagle, and in passes, a whale