راحَ عَلَينا راكِباً طِرفَهُ

أَغيدُ مِثلُ الرَّشَأ الآنِسِ

He rode past us, his glance

roaming like a gazelle at ease.

قَد لَبسَ القُرطَقَ وَاِستَمسَكَت

كَفّاهُ مِن ذي بَدَنٍ مائِسِ

He wore a short coat of mail and grasped

his palms, as if from one well-versed in war.

وَقُلِّدَ السَّيفَ عَلى غُنجِهِ

كَأَنَّهُ في وَقعَةِ الدَّاحِسِ

He girded on his sword at his waist,

as if about to join the ranks at Dahis.

أَقولُ لَمّا أَن بَدا مُقبِلاً

يا لَيتَني فارِسُ ذا الفارِسِ

When he appeared advancing, I said

“Would that I were the horse of that knight!”