وَإِلَى نَدَاكَ رَكِبْتُهَا زِنْجِيَّةً

كَرُمَتْ مَنَابِتُ سَاجِهَا وَالعَرْعَرِ

To your call I rode her, swift as wind,

Her saddle's nap rose high and undeterred,

سَحْمَاءُ مَنْشَؤُهَا بِبَحْرٍ مُخْصِبِ

أَبَدَاً وَمَولِدُهَا بِبَرٍّ مُقْفِرِ

Born in fertile seas yet barren sands her source,

Never fading, ever surfacing assured.

إِنْ جَانَبَتْ قَصْدَ الهَوَى بمُقَدَّمٍ

عَطَفَتْهُ كَفُّ خَلِيْلِهَا بِمُؤَخَّرِ

If her zeal met refusal she would turn its tide,

With her rider's palms she gently would steer

فكأنّهَا والفجرُ قد خلع الدُّجَى

للعَيْنِ قِطْعَةٌ ظُلْمَةٌ لم تُسْفِرِ

As dawn strips night of its veil,

Leaving eyes in darkness not yet cleared.

طارتْ إليك تطايُراً بقوادمٍ

منشورةٍ وقوادِمٍ لم تُنْشَرِ

Toward you she flew on hooves spread and unspread,

Galloping glory faster than fear.