راحَ مَطوِيَّ الحَشا

غَرَّ حَيّاً قَد فَرِح

The rider of the drawn-up steed set out

A lively horse rejoicing

مُغمَداً في لَيلَةٍ

لا تَرى فيها صُبُح

Sheathed in a night

Where dawn is not seen

يَسِمُ الأَرضَ لَهُ

حافِرٌ مِثلَ القَدَح

His hoof strikes the ground

Like a goblet

تُنفَضُ الخَيلُ بِهِ

وَإِذا عاصَت سَفَح

Horses shake from him

And if they resist, he hits

وَتَراهُ كُلَّما

عُرِفَت مِنهُ طَفَح

Whenever his strength

Is made known by his strike

لَيسَ يَدري مَوعِدي

أَيَّ دارٍ قَد فَتَح

He knows not my time

Which house he has opened

لَكَ مِنهُ صارِمٌ

كُلَّما خِفتُ نَصَح

For you from him, a cutting sword

Whenever I fear, it advises

وَلَها سَهمٌ إِذا

قَرَحَ الصَرحَ قَدَح

And for it an arrow, whenever

It wounds an abdomen, it pierces

وَسِنانٌ كُلَّما

هُزَّ في الرَوعِ ذَبَح

And fangs whenever

Shook in alarm, it slaughters

فَتَراهُ كُلَّما

هَزَّ نابَيني كَلَح

So you see him whenever

He shook his tusks biting

ضاحِكاً مِنَ الأَسى

باكِياً مِنَ الفَرَح

Laughing from sorrow

Crying from joy