Oh Victorious Arrow

The best of wishes and most beautiful of songs,
I present to one who brings good fortune.

Today is your day, oh peerless in your time,
For whom days pass joyfully.

You, to my delight, are as I pictured you,
Accustomed, Hamdan, to realizing my dreams.

Not every hand can grasp the reins,
Nor everyone on horseback be a rider.

You, the one I always count on,
Ever my victorious arrow.

A winner since the age of eight,
When others played the games of children.

Never faltered or finished runner-up,
Oh Hamdan, first among victors.

The daughter of the moon* exhausts the horses,
And you, Hamdan, exhaust both, riding or on foot.

You competed fiercely, never listless,
Always striving. If just a game you never won.

You know the nature of the ground, firm or soft,
As you know your horse, fast or slow.

Your horse responds to you, as you respond to him, clearly,
Even one who knows not the words comprehends the deeds.

Congratulations Hamdan, heartfelt congratulations,
Your horse for you is happy, strutting proudly.

Oh friends, the riders, with all gratitude,
To you...my thanks for your great efforts.

And to whoever missed his chance, we promise,
Victory, prizes and glory in the future.

* Daughter of the moon = The desert

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