لَعمرك لَو أصبحتُ في دارِ منقذٍ

لَما ضيمَ سعدٌ وهو جارٌ لأبياتي

For your life, if I were to live in a supportive home

Sa'd would not have wronged me, he being a neighbor to my verses,

وَلَكنّني أَصبحتُ في دارِ غربةٍ

مَتى يعدُ فيها الذئبُ يعدُ عَلى شاتي

But I have woken up in an alien house

Wherein the wolf counts, counting against my ewes.

فَيا سعدُ لا تغرر بِنَفسك واِرتَحل

فَإنّك في قومٍ عنِ الجارِ أمواتِ

So O Sa'd, be not fooled by yourself, and move on,

For you are among a people, dead to the neighbor.

وَدونك أَذوادي فإنّي عنهمُ

لَراحلةٌ لا يَفقدوني بنيّاتي

And beneath you my supporters - for I am to them

A departure, they will not miss my intentions.

وَسر نَحوَ جُرم إن جرماً أعزّةٌ

وَلا تكُ فيهم لاهياً بين نسواتِ

And travel toward a crime, if crimes are supporters,

And be not distracted among them, between forgetful women,

إِذا لَم يَقوموا لي بِثأري وَيَصدقوا

طِعانهم وَالضربَ في كلّ غاراتِ

If they do not rise for me, avenging,

And confirm their stabbing in every raid.

فَلا آبَ ساعيهم ولا سدَّ فَقرهم

وَلا زالَ في الدنيا لَهم شرّ نكباتِ

So I do not blame their messenger, or close their poverty,

Or cease, in life, their worst reversals.