1. حِجىً لِحِمى البَطالَةِ مُستَبيحُ

    وَقَدرٌ لِلمَكارِمِ مُستَميحُ

    An intellect that breaches the preserve of idleness,

    And a stature that seeks the bounty of noble deeds.

  2. فَلا قَلبٌ قَريحٌ قَلَّبَتهُ

    نَوىً قَذَفٌ وَلا جَفنٌ قَريحُ

    So no wounded heart, tossed about

    By far-flung separation, nor a sore eyelid,

  3. وَلَكِن هِمَّةٌ شَطَطٌ وَهَمٌّ

    بِهِ في المَجدِ يَغدو أَو يَروحُ

    But far-reaching ambition, and a concern

    With which he goes out at dawn or returns at dusk in pursuit of glory.

  4. سَأَعتِبُ عُتبَةً بِمُقَفَّياتٍ

    سَواءٌ هُنَّ وَالصابُ الجَديحُ

    I shall reproach ʿUtbah with rhymed verses,

    They are as bitter as stirred spurge sap.

  5. تَبيتُ سَوائِراً وَتَظَلُّ تُتلى

    قَصائِدُها كَما تُتلى الفُتوحُ

    They circulate by night, and by day are recited—

    Their odes, as conquests are recounted.

  6. بَنو عَبدِ الكَريمِ نُجومُ عِزٍّ

    تُرى في طَيِّئٍ أَبَداً تَلوحُ

    The sons of ʿAbd al-Karīm are stars of honor,

    Seen forever shining among Ṭayyiʾ.

  7. فَلا حَسَبٌ صَحيحٌ أَنتَ فيهِ

    فَتُكثِرَهُم وَلا عَقلٌ صَحيحُ

    So you belong to no true noble lineage

    That would let you swell their ranks, nor have you a sound mind.

  8. إِذا كانَ الهِجاءُ لَهُم ثَواباً

    فَأَخبِرني لِمَن خُلِقَ المَديحُ

    If satire is their reward,

    Then tell me: for whom was praise created?

  9. أَتُبغِضُ جَوهَرَ العَرَبِ المُصَفّى

    وَلَم يُبغِضهُمُ مَولىً صَريحُ

    Do you hate the refined essence of the Arabs,

    When no genuine client has ever hated them?

  10. وَمالَكَ حيلَةٌ فيهِم فَتُجدي

    عَلَيكَ بَلى تَموتُ فَتَستَريحُ

    And you have no stratagem against them that will benefit

    You—oh yes: you can die and find relief.