هيناً فقدتُ من الرجال بليدا
من كان عندَ وجوده مَفقودا
A trivial thing I lost among men, a dullard, / Who was, even when present, truly missing.
Smiling conquered my grief the day he died, / And Death's decree regarding him proved wise.
غلَبَ التبَسُّمُ يومَ ماتَ تفجُّعي
وغدا به رأي الحمامِ سديدا
O tenant of the tomb, whose bounty would embrace / The world—if only your vileness counted as grace.
You were fouler in scent than the grave when you entered, / And in life, you held more festering pus.
يا صاحبَ الجَدَثِ الذي شمَلَ البري
يةَ جودُهُ لو كان لؤمُكَ جودا
The basest of skulls, the most stammering tongue, / The scarcest in good deeds, the most withered bough.
You surrendered your long beard to the rot, / And settled there, unrewarded and unpraised.
قد كنتَ أنتَنَ منه يوم دخوله
ريحاً وأكثرَ في الحياة صديدا
Physicians reported your fatal disease / Was stupidity, from which a cure was far removed.
Your mind's decay infected your body, / And surely it will rot the tomb and the worms too.
وأذَلَّ جمجُمَةً وأعيا منطِقاً
وأقَلَّ معروفاً وأذوى عودا
His buttocks bequeathed their trade to his sons, / Who became, after him, dark harlots.
If they joined the shafts they’ve taken in end-to-end, / They would reach the heavens while sitting down.
أسلَمتَ لحيتَكَ الطويلَةَ للبلى
وثويتَ لا أجراً ولا محمودا
The sons of Haydarah: smallest in soul, / In appearance, in character, and in luck.
Black, even if their whiteness dazzled the stars; / Few, even if they outnumbered the dust.
وروى الأطبّةُ أنّ ما بك قاتِلٌ
حُمْقٌ شفاؤُكَ كان منه بعيدا
You are cursed by their nature: like a beautiful, / Miserly woman who cannot refuse a touch.
Something akin to nothing; were you among them / In a teeming army, you would be alone.
وفسادُ عقلكَ نالَ جسمَك معدِياً
وليُفسِدَنَّ ضريحَه والدودا
Exaggerate freely, for you speak truth in reviling them / In all things, save in defining their bounds.
قسَمت سَتاه بنيه ميراثَ استِه
من بعدِه فغدَت بغايا سودا
لو وَصَّلوا ما استدخلوا من فيشةٍ
في طولهم وصلوا السماء قعودا
أولادُ حيدَرَة الأصاغِرَ أنفُساً
ومناظِراً ومخابراً وجدودا
سودٌ ولَو بهرَ النجومَ بياضُهُم
قُلٌّ ولَو كثروا الترابَ عديدا
بُلِيتَ بما يجدونَ كلّ بخيلَةٍ
حسناءَ كيلا تستطيعَ صدودا
شيءٌ كلا شيءٍ لو اَنّك منهُمُ
في عسكَر مَجرٍ لكنتَ وحيدا
أسرِف فإنَّك صادِقٌ في شتمِهِم
في كلِّ شيءٍ ما خلا التحديدا
