1. Are you advancing, Abu al-Miqdam, upon

    my poetry, leaving it as the spoils of raids?

  2. Indeed, I have cast my excuse before him, stripped

    of reason, swimming in a sea of raids.

  3. And how did Abu al-Gharat launch his raid

    against me, charging with horses into my courtyards?

  4. Madmen are not censured when they commit offenses,

    nor blamed for committing shameful deeds.

  5. I did not fear the raids of the Nabataeans, nor

    fear the bite of cowering dogs.

  6. O pretender to poetry, be afraid of it,

    for you have been beset by its rebellious demon.

  7. You were abased like an ignorant man, and many were

    the humiliations I inflicted on your neck’s two veins and your crown.

  8. Slaps—for these you took my poetry in its entirety;

    so you gained your revenge, then gained further grounds for revenge.

  9. And suppose you attempted praise, seeking gifts through it—

    why, then, did you pursue those reproaches?

Sol 6.1