مَن مُبلِغُ الشُعَراءِ عَن أَخَوَيهِمَ

خَبَراً فَتَصدُقَهُم بِذاكَ الأَنفُسُ

Who will inform the poets about their brothers

With news, and they will believe him with those souls

أَودَى الَّذي عَلِقَ الصَحيفَةَ مِنهُما

وَنَجا حِذارَ حِبائِهِ المُتَلَمِّسُ

The one who hung the parchment from them

And was saved from the touching of his shameful loves

أَلقَى صَحيفَتَهُ وَنَجَّت كورَهُ

عَنسٌ مُداخِلَةُ الفَقارَةِ عِرمِسُ

He threw his parchment and his balls were saved

From the insertion of the spine, a silent one

عَنسٌ إِذا ضَمَرَت تَعَزَّزَ لَحمُها

وَإِذا تُشَدُّ بِنِسعِها لا تَنبِسُ

Silent when her pregnancy is concealed, her meat fattens

And when she is pulled by her young, she does not bleat

وَجناءُ قد طَبَخَ الهَواجِرُ لَحمَها

وَكَأَنَّ نُقبَتَها أَديمٌ أَملَسُ

The wild goat, its meat cooked by the migrants

And its forehead is as if smooth leather

وَتَكادُ مِن جَزَعٍ يَطيرُ فؤادُها

إِن صاحَ مُكَّاءُ الضُحى مُتَنَكِّسُ

She almost flies from panic, her heart

If the howler of dawn shrieks submissively

أَلقِ الصَحيفَةَ لا أبَا لَكَ إِنَّهُ

يُخشى عَلَيكَ مِنَ الحِباءِ النِقرِسُ

Throw the parchment, no shame to you, he

Is feared for you from the shameful leprosy

وَعَلِمتُ أَنّي قَد مُنِيتُ بِنَيطَلٍ

إِذ قيلَ كانَ مِن آلِ دَوفَنَ قَومَسُ

And I knew that I was afflicted with impotence

When it was said he was from the clan of Dawfan, silent

وَفَرَرتُ خَشيَةَ أَن يَكونَ حِباؤُهُ

عاراً يُسَبُّ بهِ قَبيليَ أَحمَسُ

And I fled fearing that his shame

Would be a disgrace that blemishes my tribe, red

وَتَرَكتُ حَيَّ بَني ضُبَيعَةَ خَشيَةً

أَن يُوتَروا بِدَمي وَجِلدِيَ أَملَسُ

And I left the quarter of Bani Dhuba’a fearing

That they would be abused because of my blood and my smooth skin

ثَكِلَتكَ يا اِبنَ العَبدِ أُمُّكَ سادِراً

أَبِساحَةِ المَلِكِ الهُمامِ تَمَرَّسُ

May your mother lose you in the early morning O son of a slave

At the coast of the brave king, armed