تَميمُTamim بنُson of مُرٍّMurr كَفكِفواdesist عَنfrom تَعَمُّديdeliberately targeting me
تَميمُ بنُ مُرٍّ كَفكِفوا عَن تَعَمُّدي
بِذُلٍّwith humiliation فَإِنّيfor indeed I لَستُI am not بِالمُتَذَلِّلِone who abases himself
بِذُلٍّ فَإِنّي لَستُ بِالمُتَذَلِّلِ
Tamim son of Murr, cease deliberately subjecting me
Tamim ibn Murr, cease your mocking of me,
To humiliation, for I am not one to abase myself.
For I am not one to be humiliated.
أَيَهزَأُdoes he mock? بيat me العَبدُthe slave الهُجَيمِيُّthe Hujaymi ضِلَّةًin folly
أَيَهزَأُ بي العَبدُ الهُجَيمِيُّ ضِلَّةً
وَمِثليand one like me رَمىstruck ذاthe possessor of التُدرَءِdefensive strength المُتَضَلِّلِthe misguided one
وَمِثلي رَمى ذا التُدرَءِ المُتَضَلِّلِ
Does the Hujaymi slave mock me in his folly,
Does this wretched slave mock me, leading me astray?
While one like me has struck the powerful, misguided man
Yet one like me has aimed at the confused trickster.
بِداهِيَةٍwith a calamity دَهياءَdire لاnot يَستَطيعُهاcan withstand it
بِداهِيَةٍ دَهياءَ لا يَستَطيعُها
شَماريخُlofty peaks مِنfrom أَركانِthe flanks of سَلمىSalma وَيَذبُلِand Yadhbul
شَماريخُ مِن أَركانِ سَلمى وَيَذبُلِ
With a dire calamity that cannot be withstood
With a clever trick that the schemer cannot accomplish,
By lofty peaks on the flanks of Salma and Yadhbul?
Not even the skilled builders of Salma's pillars who weaken.
وَبِاللَهِand by God لَولاwere it not for أَنَّthat حِلمِيَmy forbearance زَاجِريrestraining me
وَبِاللَهِ لَولا أَنَّ حِلمِيَ زَاجِري
تَرَكتُI would have left تَميماًTamim ضُحكَةًa laughingstock كُلَّevery مَحفَلِgathering
تَرَكتُ تَميماً ضُحكَةً كُلَّ مَحفَلِ
And by God, were it not that my forbearance restrains me,
By Allah, if it wasn't for my restraint holding me back,
I would have left Tamim a laughingstock at every gathering.
I would leave Tamim a laughingstock at every gathering.
فَكُفّواso desist رَماكُمmay he strike you ذوthe possessor of الجَلالِmajesty بِخِزيَةٍwith disgrace
فَكُفّوا رَماكُم ذو الجَلالِ بِخِزيَةٍ
تُصَبِّحُكُمgreets you in the morning فيin كُلِّevery جَمعٍgathering وَمَنزِلِand dwelling
تُصَبِّحُكُم في كُلِّ جَمعٍ وَمَنزِلِ
So desist—may the Lord of Majesty cast disgrace upon you,
So cease your throwing of spears, O Lord of Majesty, in disgrace
That greets you in the morning at every gathering and dwelling.
That will make you hide yourselves in every group and abode.
فَأَنتُمُfor you لِئامُscoundrels الناسِmankind لاnot تُنكِرونَهُyou deny it
فَأَنتُمُ لِئامُ الناسِ لا تُنكِرونَهُ
وَأَلأَمُكُمand the basest of you طُرّاًall حُرَيثُHurayth بنُson of جَندَلِJandal
وَأَلأَمُكُم طُرّاً حُرَيثُ بنُ جَندَلِ
For you are the scoundrels of mankind—you do not deny it;
For you are the scoundrels of people, none can deny it,
And the basest of you all is Hurayth son of Jandal.
And your misfortune was the work of Hurayth ibn Jandal.
Sol 6.1