They say that in a shipment
He arrived in San Diego from Arabia
From the finest breeders
Of the Moro and the Abdalas
Of great prestige in the world
From the Middle East to Asia

Since the colt was born
He had a very beautiful color
It was between bay and dark
More like a deep red color
They took him through Tijuana
They brought him to Hermosillo

They took him up to the mountains
To start his adventure
He won in Baviácora and Huépac
Arizpe and in Moctezuma
Against the fastest chestnut
Of the Ozuna horses

He won throughout the country
And the American union
To return to Hermosillo
He beat the Kansas deer
Which many people followed
Because with him they didn't take risks

The great experts say
With knowledgeable minds
That he measured twelve hands
From the mane to the tail
The most beautiful specimen
That Sonora has known

At some December festivities
They took him up to Sahuaripa
Where he met his mother
Since he didn't know her
His owner, Jorge Rivera
Had her very well hidden

They arranged the race
For a December 13th
The owner of the one from the east
Always aimed to back out
"I bet my Los Capomos ranch
Against everything you have"

Jorge accepted the bet
Because he never backed down
But when the gates opened
His mare took the lead
And she reached the finish line
Never losing the advantage

They called him The Prophet
For coming from the holy land
He never thought that in the mountains
A mare would beat him
Especially Jorge's bay mare
With which he herded cows

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