بَني مُتَيَّمَ هَل تَدرونَ ما الخَبَرُ

وَكَيفَ يُستَرُ أَمرٌ لَيسَ يَستَتِرُ

O clan of Mutayyam, do you know the news,

And how can something be concealed when it cannot be concealed?

حاجَيتُكُم مَن أَبوكُم يا بَني عُصَبٍ

شَتّى وَلكِنَّما لِلعاهِرِ الحَجَرُ

I ask you, who is your father, O sons of fornicators

Scattered about, but stones are for the prostitute.

قَد كانَ شَيخُكُمُ شَيخاً لَهُ خَطَرٌ

لكِنَّ أُمَّكُمُ في أَمرِها نَظَرُ

Your elder was an elder who had prestige,

But your mother, by God, was one to be blamed.

وَلَم تَكُن أُمُّكُم وَاللَهُ يَكلَؤُها

مَحجوبَةً دونَها الحُرّاسُ وَالسُتُرُ

Your mother was not veiled from them, with guards and curtains around her.

She was a singer for the youths when they drank,

كانَت مُغَنِّيَةَ الفِتيانِ إِن شَرِبوا

وَغَيرَ مَمنوعَةٍ مِنهُم إِذا سَكِروا

And she was not forbidden to them when they got drunk.

And his brothers were fools and jesters.

وَكانَ إِخوانُهُ غُرّاً غَطارِفَةً

لا يُمكِنُ الشَيخَ أَن يَعصي إِذا أَمَروا

The elder could not disobey if they commanded.

They were chaste men, except in your homes,

قَومٌ أَعِفّاءُ إِلّا في بُيوتِكُمُ

فَإِنَّ في مِثلِها قَد تُخلَعُ العُذُرُ

For in the likes of them, chastity is removed.

So she became like pastures filled

فَأَصبَحَت كَمُراحِ الشَولِ حافِلَةً

مِن كُلِّ لاقِحَةٍ في بَطنِها دِرَرُ

With every inseminator, her womb holding jewels.

Thus you came as a tribe from every side,

فَجِئتُمُ عُصَباً مِن كُلِّ ناحِيَةٍ

نَوعاً مًخانيثَ في أَعناقِهِما الكَبَرُ

A mixed breed, upon your necks lies old age.

One is Kisrawi in his features,

فَواحِدٌ كِسرَوِيٌ في قَراطِقِهِ

وَآخَرٌ قُرَشِيٌّ حينَ يُختَبَرُ

And another Qurashi when examined.

Your mother did not know who dropped his waist-wrap,

ما عِلمُ أُمِّكُمُ مَن حَلَّ مِئزَرَها

وَمَن رَماها بِكُم يا أَيُّها القَذَرُ

And who impregnated her with you, O filth!

A people who when traced back, have one mother,

قَومٌ إِذا نُسِبوا فَالأُمُّ واحِدَةٌ

وَاللَهُ أَعلَمُ بِالآباءِ إِذ كَثُروا

And God knows best the fathers when they are many.

You have not known slander except in your origins,

لَم تَعرِفوا الطَعنَ إِلّا في أَسافِلِكُم

وَأَنتُمُ في المَخازي فِتيَةٌ صُبُرُ

While you are noble youths in pedigree.

I wanted to inform you that I know of your matter,

أَحبَبتُ إِعلامَكُم أَنّي بِأَمرِكُمُ

وَأَمرِ غَيرِكُمُ مِن أَهلِكُم خَبِرُ

And the matter of others among your family.

You jest with the honors of the noble, while you

تَفَكَّهونَ بِأَعراضِ الكِرامِ وَما

أَنتُم وَذِكرُكُمُ الساداتِ يا عُرَرُ

And your lineage are not masters, O deaf ones!

This satire which will remain

هذا الهِجاءُ الَّذي تَبقى مَياسِمُهُ

عَلى جِباهِكُمُ ما أَورَقَ الشَجَرُ

Upon your brows as long as trees grow leaves.