In desert skies, where sands do glide,  
Arabian horses, swift and wide,  
With coats aglow in golden light,  
They race through day and into night.  

The wind, it whispers through their mane,  
A dance of strength, no hint of strain.  
With hooves that beat the earth so pure,  
Their bond with nature, firm and sure.  

Through endless dunes, they surge and fly,  
A symphony beneath the sky.  
Each stride a rhythm, bold, divine,  
Their spirits weaving, intertwine.  

They move in harmony, heart and mind,  
As if the wind itself had signed  
A pact with them, to lead the way,  
A timeless race that cannot sway.  

In perfect rhythm, wild and free,  
They are the desert’s legacy.  
The wind their guide, the earth their friend,  
Arabian horses, hearts that blend.