وذي أربع كخوافي العُقَاب

يطيرُ بها السبق عن حلبَتِه

With four like the claws of an eagle

He flies, outstripping the race from its course

كأنّ الصَّبا قُيّدَتْ خَلْفَهُ

مُقَصّرَةً عن مدى وثبته

As though the breeze were chained behind him

Falling short of his reach and leap

تَرى اللّيلَ يُغْمَسُ في وَجْهه

ويَبتَسِمُ الصبحُ من غُرّتِه

You see the night immersed in his face

And the dawn smiles from his excitement

يقدّمُهُ للوغى مِحْرَبٌ

كأنّ الغَضنْفَرَ في نَثْلَته

He offers it to the fray, a warrior

As though valor were in his constitution

كأنّ المَدى منهُ في قبضَةٍ

فإيّاكَ إيّاكَ من قبضته

As though the horizon were in his grip

Beware, beware his grip

بأزْرَقَ في أسمرٍ لم يَزَلْ

دمُ الذِّمْرِ كالكحلِ في زرقته

With a blueness in a brown that never fades

The blood of conflict like kohl in his blueness

وعضبٍ لأنْفُس أُسْدِ الكِفاح

معاطبُ تكمنُ في سلته

And a rage to the souls of the lions of struggle

Whose rebukes lie in his scabbard

ترى خضرَةَ الماء مشبوبَةً

بها حمرةُ النّار في صفحته

You see the greenness of water mixed

With the redness of fire on its surface

وتحسبه وادياً مُفْعَماً

سراباً تموّج في قفرته

And you reckon it a valley brimming over

A mirage rippling in its wasteland

يَنَالُ به فُسْحَةً في العلى

مَنِ ازدحمَ الهمُّ في هِمّته

With it he attains relief on high

Whoever is crowded by care in his resolve