قُل لذوي سيفٍ وسيف ألستُم

أقلَّ بني سعدٍ حصاداً ومزرعا

Tell those who bear swords, are you not

The least of the sons of Sa'd in harvest and plantation

كأنكم جعلانُ دارٍ مُقامةٍ

على عذرات الحيّ أصبحنَ وقّعا

As though you made Dar's abode

Settled upon the riding camels' resting place

لقد نالَ سيفُ في سجستان نُهزةً

تطاول منها فوق ما كان إصبعا

Indeed the sword attained in Sijistan a defeat

That has stretched beyond what was a finger

أصباَ الزناد الخمرَ حتى لقد نَمَت

له سُرّةٌ تُسقى الشرابَ المشعشَعا

The wine-skins have emptied wine until they slept

For him a secret to be watered with agitated drink

فلولا هوانُ الخمر ما ذُقتَ طعمَها

ولا شُقنتَ إبريقاً بكفّك مترعا

So had it not been for the disgrace of wine you would not have tasted its flavor

Nor tipped over a pitcher with your palm hastening

كما لم يذقها أن تكون عزيزةً

أبوك ولم يُعرَض عليها فيطمعا

Just as your father did not taste it to make it honorable

Nor was it offered to him for him to covet

وكان مكان الكلب أو من ورائه

إذا ما المُغَنّى للذاذةِ أسمعا

And your place was that of a dog or behind it

When the singer sang the pleasing song they heard