جاءَ المُشَمِّرُ وَالأَفراسُ يَقدُمُها

جاءَ المُشَمِّرُ وَالأَفراسُ يَقدُمُها

هَوناً عَلى رِسلِهِ مِنها وَما اِنبَهَرا

هَوناً عَلى رِسلِهِ مِنها وَما اِنبَهَرا

Al-Mushammir came, leading the horses,

The one with sleeves rolled up came, and his swift horses

Gently, at his leisure among them, without growing breathless.

He gently spurred on, though they needed no spurring.

وَخَلَّفَ الريحَ حَسرى وَهيَ جاهِدَةٌ

وَخَلَّفَ الريحَ حَسرى وَهيَ جاهِدَةٌ

وَمَرَّ يَختَطِفُ الأَبصارَ وَالنَظَرا

وَمَرَّ يَختَطِفُ الأَبصارَ وَالنَظَرا

And he left the wind behind, exhausted, though it strained hard.

The wind he left behind, struggling to keep pace,

And he swept past, snatching eyes and gazes.

As he sped by, drawing all eyes that beheld him.