وَإِنّي في الجِيادِ لمَن تَراهُ

وَإِنّي في الجِيادِ لمَن تَراهُ

لطَلقُ الوَجهِ غُرَّتَهُ نَداهُ

لطَلقُ الوَجهِ غُرَّتَهُ نَداهُ

And among the noble steeds, I am indeed one you see,

And I in the running horses, for one you see,

Cheerful of face, his bounty his forehead blaze.

Clear of face, his cry gives him light,

إِذا جارَيتَهُ قَصَّرتَ عَنهُ

إِذا جارَيتَهُ قَصَّرتَ عَنهُ

وَلا سِيَّما إِذا طالَت خُطاهُ

وَلا سِيَّما إِذا طالَت خُطاهُ

If you race him, you fall short of him,

When you race with him, you fall short of him,

Especially when his strides grow long.

Especially when his strides are long,

وَكَم مِن سابِقٍ قَد بَلَّ لِبداً

وَكَم مِن سابِقٍ قَد بَلَّ لِبداً

فَلَم يَلَق غُباراً مَن عَلاهُ

فَلَم يَلَق غُباراً مَن عَلاهُ

And how many a front-runner has soaked a felt saddlecloth,

And how many racers though strong,

Yet the one who rode him encountered no dust.

Meet no dust from one swifter than they,

فَحَلَّ لَهُ الطَريقُ فَلَستُ مِمَّن

فَحَلَّ لَهُ الطَريقُ فَلَستُ مِمَّن

تَبَلَّغَهُ حَوافِرَهُ مَداهُ

تَبَلَّغَهُ حَوافِرَهُ مَداهُ

So the road opened for him; I am not among those

So the course is open before them yet I am not one,

Whose hooves carry them as far as he can go.

Whose horse's hooves outstretch to the goal.