وَأَهَرتَ الشِدقَينِ مَحبوكِ المَطا

مُحَدَّدِ الأَنيابِ مَرهوبِ السَطا

You revealed both cheeks, affectionate, tying the turban

With sharp canines, awe-inspiring fangs

أَفطَسَ تِبرِيِّ الإِهابِ أَرقَطا

كَلَونِ تِبرٍ بِمِدادٍ نُقِّطا

A lion with a mane like pure wool, dyed

The color of undyed wool with ink dots

أَلبَسَهُ الخالِقُ حُسناً مُفرِطا

وَخَطَّ في الخَدَّينِ مِنهُ خُطَطا

The Creator adorned him with excessive beauty

And drew lines on both cheeks from it

مُستَثقَلِ الجِسمِ خَفيفٍ إِن خَطا

مُجَرَّبِ الإِقدامِ مَأمونِ الخُطى

Heavy of body yet light-footed if he strides

Tested in daring, secure in step

يَسبُقُ في إِرسالِهِ كُدرَ القَطا

أَضحى عَلى قَنيصِهِ مُسَلَّطا

He outpaces spotted hyenas in attack

He has become embroidered on his tunic

حَتّى إِذا مِنَ العِقالِ نَشَطا

وَفى لَنا فِعلاً بِما قَد شَرَطا

Until when he shook free from the head stall

And fulfilled for us the deed with what he pledged

قُلتُ وَقَد بِتُّ بِهِ مُغتَبِطا

وَالشِلوُ مِن قَنيصِهِ مُعتَبَطا

I said, while happy with him

And the strap of his tunic twisted

بِذاكَ أَم بِالخَيلِ تَعدو المَرَطى

Is it him or the horses racing the plain?