O! Blasphemy! O!
You majestic and proud Stallion,
stomper of the Persian plains!
Your muscles may erect in awe.
Your strength that drives away
the harassing darrow battalion.
So mighty and royal.
The vile visitor of my dreams
that aristocratic elegance.
Yet you are disloyal…
Your tongue, different streams
it seeks without vigilance.
Chiselled body,
black hair as blanket,
honoured and blessed
with the silver lining.
You majestic and proud Stallion!
O! Blasphemy! O!