قَعَدتُ عَلى السِعلاةِ تَنفُضُ مِسحَها
وَتُجذَبُ مِثلَ الأَيمِ في بُرَةِ الصُفرِ
I sat upon the horse blanket shaking out its dust
Swaying like a hopeful woman in a barren plain
تُيَمِّمُ خَيرَ الناسِ ماءً وَحاضِراً
وَتَحمِلُ حاجاتٍ تَضَمَّنَها صَدري
Seeking good people though lacking water present
Bearing needs my chest has kept inside
فَإِنّي عَلى رَغمِ الأَعادي لَقائِلٌ
وَجَدتُ خِيارَ الناسِ حَيَّ بَني بَدرِ
Yet despite the enemies, I will say
I found the best of people alive, sons of Badr
لَهُم حاضِرٌ بِالهَجمِ لَم أَرَ مِثلَهُم
مِنَ الناسِ حَيّاً أَهلَ بَدوٍ وَلا حَضرِ
For them is a present with onslaught, none have I seen
Among people, alive, nomad or settled, like them
وَخَيرُ مَعَدٍّ مَجلِساً مَجلِسٌ لَهُم
يَفيءُ عَلَيهِ الظِلُّ مِن جانِبِ القَصرِ
And the best tribe, sitting together, is theirs
Shade falls upon them from the palace side
أَخُصُّ بِها رَوقَي عُيَينَةَ إِنَّهُ
كَذاكَ ضَحاحُ الماءِ يَأوي إِلى الغَمرِ
I care for it, I choose Uyaynah
Just as the sweetest water flows to the estuary
فَأَنتُم أَحَقُّ الناسِ أَن تَتَخَيَّروا ال
مِياهَ وَأَن تَرعَوا ذُرى البَلَدِ القَفرِ
So you are most deserving people to pick
Waters and pasture the land’s barren expanse
لَقَد سَبَقَت بِالمُخزِياتِ مُحارِبٌ
وَفازَت بِخَلّاتٍ عَلى قَومِها عَشرِ
An enemy has surpassed in disgraces
And won wicked traits against her people, ten:
فَمِنهُنَّ أَن لَم تَعقِروا ذاتَ ذِروَةٍ
لِحَقٍّ إِذا ما إِحتيجَ يَوماً إِلى العَقرِ
Of them, that you never hamstrung a peaked
Right, if one day hamstringing be needed
وَمِنهُنَّ أَن لَم تَمسَحوا عَرَبِيَّةً
مِنَ الخَيلِ يَوماً تَحتَ جُلٍّ عَلى مُهرِ
And of them, that you never marked an Arabian
Horse one day, under a wound’s scab
وَمِنهُنَّ أَن لَم تَضرِبوا بِسُيوفِكُم
جَماجِمَ إِلّا فَيشَلَ القُرَّحِ الحُمرِ
And of them, that you never struck with your swords
Skulls unless the red wounds poured forth
وَمِنهُنَّ أَن كانَت شُيوخُ مُحارِبٍ
كَما قَد عَلِمتُم لا تَريشُ وَلا تَبري
And of them, that the elders of an enemy
Were, as you knew, neither feathered nor fleeced
وَمِنهُنَّ أُخزى سَوءَةٍ لَو ذَكَرتُها
لَكُنتُم عَبيداً تَخدُمونَ بَني وَبرِ
And of them, an appalling evil, if I mentioned it
You would be slaves, serving the sons of rats
وَمِنهُنَّ أَنَّ الضَأنَ كانَت نِساءَكُم
إِذا إِخضَرَّ أَطرافُ الثُمامِ مِنَ القَطرِ
And of them, that your women were the sheep
When the thumam's edges greened from the rain
وَمِنهُنَّ أَن كانَت عَجوزُ مُحارِبٍ
تُريغُ الصِبا تَحتَ الصَفيحِ مِنَ القَبرِ
And of them, that an old crone of the enemy
Would spill semen under the burial mound
وَمِنهُنَّ أَن لَو كانَ في البَحرِ بَعضُكُم
لَخَبَّثَ ضاحي جِلدِهِ حَومَةَ البَحرِ
And of them, that if one of you were in the sea
His groin would dirty the ocean's foam
إِذا حَلَّ جارٌ جانِباً في مُحارِبٍ
وَجَسرٍ فَلا يُبشِر بِعِزٍّ وَلا نَصرِ
When a neighbor settled alongside an enemy
And bridge, he brings no honor or victory
فَدَفعُهُما عَنهُ إِذا ما تَحَدَّبا
وَجَدّا كَدَفعِ الأَسكَتَينِ عَنِ البَظرِ
Pushing them away, when they leered
Finding it like pushing aside two swollen vulvae
تَمَنّى اليَماني أَن يُفارِقَ رَأسَهُ
فَفارَقَهُ في غَيرِ حَمدٍ وَلا شُكرِ
The Yemeni wished to part from his head
So he parted it, without thanks or praise
وَعِندَ الفَزارِيِّ العِراقِيِّ عارِضٌ
كَأَنَّ عُيونَ القَومِ في نَبضَةِ الجَمرِ
And the Iraqi has a contender
As if the people's eyes were in burning embers