1. قُدامَةُ أَمسى يَعرُكُ الجَهلُ أَنفَهُ

    بِجَدّاءَ لَم يُعرَك بِها أَنفُ فاخِرِ

    Qudāmah now has folly rubbing his nose

    on barren ground where no boaster’s nose was ever rubbed.

  2. فَخَرتُم وَلَم نَعلَم بِحادِثِ مَجدِكُم

    فَهاتِ هَلُمَّ بَعدَها لِلتَنافُرِ

    You boasted, though we knew of no new glory of yours.

    Then bring it! Come, after that, to a contest of boasts.

  3. وَمَن أَنتُمُ إِنّا نَسينا مَنَ اَنتُمُ

    وَريحُكُمُ مِن أَيِّ ريحِ الأَعاصِرِ

    And who are you? We have forgotten who you are.

    And your wind—from which of the whirlwinds does it come?

  4. فَهَذي الَّتي تَأتي عَلى كُلِّ مَنهَجٍ

    تَبوعُ أَمِ القَعواءُ خَلفَ الدَوابِرِ

    So is this one, which comes along every path,

    Tabūʿ, the following wind, or Qaʿwāʾ behind the hindmost?

  5. مَتى جِئتُمُ إِنّا رَأَينا شُخوصَكُم

    ضِئالاً فَما إِن بَينَنا مِن تَفاكُرِ

    When did you come? We saw your figures

    so puny—there is nothing for us to deliberate over.

  6. وَأَنتُم أُلى جِئتُم مَعَ البَقلِ وَالدَبا

    فَطارَ وَهَذا شَخصُكُم غَيرُ طائِرِ

    And you are those who came with the herbage and the young locusts;

    then they flew away, but this figure of yours does not fly.

  7. أَريحوا البِلادَ مِنكُمُ وَدَبيبُكُم

    بِأَعراضِنا فِعلُ الإِماءِ العَواهِرِ

    Rid the lands of yourselves; your creeping attacks

    on our honor are the work of whorish slave women.