تبسمت والخيل العتاق عوابس
واقدمتها والحرب لم تتأجج
You smiled while the thoroughbred steeds scowled.
And you drove them forward while war had not yet flared.
فما وطئت إلا على خد سيد
ولا عثرت الا براس متوج
So they trod only on a lord’s cheek,
And stumbled only over a crowned head.
Sol 6.1