1. قَد حانَ قَولُ قَصيدَةٍ مَشهورَةٍ

    شَنعاءَ أَرصُدُها لِقَومٍ رُضَّعِ

    Indeed, the time has come to recite a famous poem—

    A scathing one I hold in reserve for a tribe of miserly milk-suckers.

  2. يَغلي بِها صَدري وَأُحسِنُ حَوكَها

    وَإِخالُها سَتُقالُ إِن لَم تُقطَعِ

    My breast seethes with it, and I perfect its weaving.

    And I think it will be recited, unless it is cut short.

  3. ذَهَبَت قُرَيشٌ بِالعَلاءِ وَأَنتُمُ

    تَمشونَ مَشيَ المومِساتِ الخُرَّعِ

    Quraysh have carried off glory, while you

    walk with the gait of limp-limbed prostitutes.

  4. فَدَعوا التَخاجُؤَ وَاِمنَعوا أَستاهَكُم

    وَاِمشوا بِمَدرَجَةِ الطَريقِ المَهيَعِ

    So abandon mincing and guard your backsides,

    And walk along the track of the broad, open road.

  5. أَنتُم بَقِيَّةُ قَومِ لوطٍ فَاِعلَموا

    وَإِلى خِناثِكُمُ يُشارُ بِإِصبَعِ

    You are the remnant of Lot's people, so know it;

    And your effeminate men are pointed at with a finger.

  6. وَإِذا قُرَيشٌ حُصِّلَت أَنسابُها

    فَبِآلِ شِجعٍ فَاِفخَروا في المَجمَعِ

    And when the lineages of Quraysh are examined,

    Then boast of the house of Shijʿ in the assembly:

  7. خُرُقٌ مَعازيلٌ إِذا جَدَّ الوَغى

    بُطُنٌ إِذا ما جارُهُم لَم يَشبَعِ

    Bunglers, unarmed when battle grows fierce;

    Potbellied when their neighbor has not eaten his fill.