تَخالُهُ مُستَقبَلاً مَقعِياً

حَتّى إِذا اِستَدبَرتُهُ قُلتُ أَكَبَّ

I imagine him striding forward mightily

You fancy him, when facing him, to be sitting high,

Until when I see him from behind I say he towers

Yet viewed from behind, you would say he is plunging down,

وَهُوَ عَلى إَرهافِهِ وَطَبَّه

يَقصُرُ عَنهُ المُحزَمانُ وَاللّبَبَ

As he stands tall and erect

And despite his slender lines and his constitution,

The waistbands and robes are too short for him

The saddle-girths and breast-collar are too short for him.