وَأَغَرَّ تِبرِيِّ الإِهابِ مُرَدَّدٍ

سَبطِ الأَديمِ مُحَجَّلٍ بِبَياضِ

And the whiteness of his unblemished skin allured me

His mantle draped about him fold on fold

أَخشى عَليهِ بِأَن يُصابَ بِأَسهُمي

مِمّا يُسابِقُني إِلى الأَغراضِ

I fear for him; my arrows he may face

As to the goal he speeds, outpacing me