To the Equestrienne

Dear, when one inquires the night about me,
He'll find out that my care comes from the night.

And that I love horses, my sweet concern,
The one who loves horses, I also love;

A knight, whose love of races worries me,
For whom I called out, wail, o wail-a-way!

Equestrienne, who's not given to wishes,
For you I wish that luck be on your side.

So used to win, my trust has never failed,
Each time she comes out a hero acclaimed.

You wearied racing-steeds, I bear witness,
As every day you reach the target first.

World championship, listen to what I say
Is in your reach; you can and should achieve.

To championship accustomed, on them wage
A raid, like boisterous and torrential rain.