غَدَوتُ لِلصَيدِ بِغُضفٍ كَالقَتَد

وَاللَيلُ قَد رَقَّ عَلى وَجهِ البَلَد

I set out for the hunt at dawn astride a slender steed

While night still gently laid its veil upon the land

وَاِبتَلَّ سِربالُ النَسيمِ وَبَرَد

وَالفَجرُ في لَيلِ الظَلامِ يَتَّقِد

The morning breeze blew cool amid the darkness

And dawn kindled softly in the night's black gown

غَواضِفٍ مُسَهِّلاتٍ لِلأَمَد

لَمّا عَدَونَ وَعَدَت خَيلُ الطَرَد

With smooth-gaited fillies, racing o’er the plains

When they bolted, and the horses pursued their course

وَتُقتَفى الأَرجُلُ وَالأَيدي تُعِد

أَبرَقَ بِالرَكضِ الفَضاءُ وَرَعَد

Their hooves kicked up dust, their hands prepared

The open plain did thunder with their headlong pace

وَقامَ شَيطانُ الغَمامِ وَقَعَد

وَطارَ نَقعٌ في السَماءِ وَرَكَد

While the devil of the storm arose and took his seat

A gust blew through the sky, and settled calmly

مِثلَ القَريبِ عِندَها ما قَد بَعُد

That which had seemed far to it was now brought near