أَيُّها الفَارِسُ الشُّجاعُ تَرَجَّلْ

قَدْ كَبَا مُهْرُكَ الأَغَرُّ المُحَجَّلْ

O brave knight, dismount

Your noble steed has stumbled

شَدَّ مَا خَبَّ مُوجِفاً كُلَّ يَوْمٍ

فِي طِلاَبٍ مِنَ الفَخَارِ مُعَجَّلْ

How often it falters each day

Seeking glory too swiftly

دَمِيَتْ بِالرِّكَابِ شَاكِلَتَاهُ

فَهَوَى رَازِحاً بِهِ مَا تَحَمَّل

Its flanks bloodied by the stirrups

It collapsed under your weight

هُزِلَتْ سُوقُهُ إِلَى أَنْ تَثَنَّتْ

وَدنَا عُنْقُهُ إِلَى أَنْ تَسَفَّلْ

Its legs buckled till they bent

Its neck sank down till it dropped

وَخَبَا مِنْ جَبِينهِ نَجْمُ سَعْدٍ

طَالَمَا كَانَ ضَاحِكاً يَتَهلَّلْ

And the star of fortune faded

From its brow, where it once sparkled bright

هَكَذَا رُحْتَ تُرْهِقُ العُمْرَ حَثّاً

فَتَلاَشَى وَمَجْدُهُ بِكَ أَمْثَلْ

Thus you wore out its life with haste

And its glory faded with you, a cautionary tale

نَادِبِي أَدْهَم وَنَاعِي عُلاَهُ

كَانَ مِنْ خِيرَةِ الْعُلَى أَنْ تَرَحل

My friends lament and cry for its loss

It was the best of the noble breeds

لَمْ يَبِتْ فِي الثَّرَى فَتَى الْخَيْلِ لَكِنْ

آثَرَ الأفْقَ صَهْوَةً فَتَحَوَّلْ

No other warhorse lies in the dust

It chose the horizon, and departed