في أَيِّ سَلحٍ تَرتَطِم

وَبِأَيِّ كَفٍّ تَلتَقِم

With what weapon do you collide

And with what palm do you devour

أَدخَلتَ رَأسَكَ في الرَحِم

وَعَلِمتَ أَنَّكَ تَنهَزِم

You have put your head in the womb

And you knew you would be defeated

يا بُحتُرِيُّ حَذارِ وَي

حَكَ مِن قُضاقِضَةٍ ضُغُم

O Buhutiri beware

Of the gabble of anger

فَلَقَد أَسَلتَ بِوادِيَي

كَ مِن الهِجا سَيلَ العَرِم

For you have unleashed in my valley

A flood of insults like raging torrents

فَبِأَيِّ عِرضٍ تَعتَصِم

وَبِهَتكِهِ جَفَّ القَلَم

With what honor will you defend yourself

When the pen has dried from the disgrace

وَاللَهِ حِلفَةَ صادِقٍ

وَبِقَبرِ أَحمَدَ وَالحَرَم

By Allah the oath of the truthful

By the grave of Ahmad and the sanctuary

وَبِحَقِّ جَعفَرٍ الإِما

مِ اِبنِ الإِمامِ المُعتَصِم

And by the right of Ja'far the Imam

The son of Imam Al-Mu'tasim

لأصَيِّرَنَّكَ شُهرَةً

بَينَ المَسيلِ إِلى العَلَم

I will make you famous

From Al-Musayliq to Al-‘Alam

حَيِّ الطُلولَ بِذي سَلَم

حَيثُ الأَراكَةُ وَالخِيَم

At Dhi Salam, home of the Arab tents

Where are the meadows and the tents

يا اِبنَ الثَقيلَةِ وَالثَقي

لِ عَلى قُلوبِ ذَوي النِعَم

O son of the heavyweight and the trusted

Upon the hearts of the prosperous

وَعَلى الصَغيرِ مَعَ الكَبي

رِ مِنَ المَوالي وَالحَشَم

And upon the little and the big

Among the loyal and the modest

في أَيِّ سَلحٍ تَرتَطِم

وَبِأَيِّ كَفٍّ تَلتَقِم

With what weapon do you collide

And with what palm do you devour

يا ابنَ المُباحَةِ لِلوَرى

أَمِنَ العَفافِ أَمِ التُهَم

O son of the one who makes lawful for people

Is it chastity or accusation

إِذ رَحلُ أُختِكَ لِلعَجَم

وَفِراشُ أُمِّكَ في الظُلَم

When your sister traveled to the non-Arabs

And your mother's bed is in the dark

وَبِبابِ دارِكَ حانَةٌ

في بَيتِهِ يؤتى الحَكَم

By the door of your house is a tavern

In his home he is given rule