قَدِ اِغتَدى في نَفَسِ الصَباحِ

يَقومُ لِلصَيدِ أَخا اِرتِياحِ

At the very breath of morning he set out early,

rising for the hunt, delight’s own brother,

مُعَلَّقَ الأَلحاظِ بِالوِشاحِ

يَركُضُ في الهَواءِ بِالجَناحِ

his glances fastened to the sash,

racing through the air upon his wing,

كَرَكضِ طِرفِ السَبقِ في المِراحِ

ذي جُلجُلٍ كَالفَرضِ في الصِفاحِ

like a winning steed galloping in the course,

its little bell like a notch upon broad flanks,

يَسَتَنُّ في الغُدرانِ وَالضَحضاحِ

streaking amid pools and shallow waters.