ما بالُ عَينِكَ لا تُريدُ رُقودا
مِن بَعدِ ما هَجعَ العُيونُ هُجودا
What ails your eyes that refuse to sleep
After the eyes have reclined in slumber?
تَرعى النُجومَ كَأَنَّها مَطروفَةٌ
حَتّى رَأَيتَ مِنَ الصَباحِ عَمودا
You watch the stars as if they were scattered
Until you saw the dawn's pillar
واللَيلُ يَطردُهُ النَهارُ وَلا أَرى
كَاللَيلِ يَطرُدُهُ النَهارُ طَريدا
And the night drives away the day, yet I do not see
The day drive away the night pursued
وَتَراهُ مِثلَ الليلِ مالَ رواقُهُ
هتَكَ المُقَوِّضُ كِسرَهُ المَمدودا
And you see it like the night whose courtyard
Is entered by the destroyer, its fence broken down
فَاِشتَقتُ بَعدَ ثَواءِ سِتَّةِ أَشهُرٍ
وَالشَوقُ قَد يَدعُ الفُؤادَ عَميدا
So I yearned after the passing of six months
And longing can make the heart bleary-eyed
فاِرتَعتُ لِلظُعُنِ الَّتي بِمُبايِضٍ
وَكَثُرَت تُنَشِّرُ كِلَّةً وَبُجودا
So I was startled by the gazelles that were in Lujayn
And they increased, spreading freely
حَتّى اِحتَمَلنَ وَقَد تَقَدَّمَ سارِحٌ
لِلحيِّ سارَ أَمامهُنَ بَريدا
Until they endured when an intrepid rider advanced
Heading west, his sail upright
غُرُّ المَحاجِرِ قَد لَبِسنَ مُجاسِدا
بَينَ الحُمولِ تَجرُّها وَبُرودا
And his panting when he stood up with the load
Nearly cuts through his upright sail
وَسَرى بِهُنَّ هِبابُ كُلِّ مُخَيَّسٍ
صُلبِ المَلاغِمِ يُحسنُ التَرفيدا
My friend, stop, let us greet a house
Whose vestiges of dwelling are nearly gone
مُتَسانِدٍ نَفجٍ يَرُدُّ زِمامَهُ
غَربا يَرُدُّ شِراعَهُ المَعمودا
The gravel of its threshold is altered so
That it confuses the discerner and the pursued
وَتَكادُ زَفرَتُهُ لحينِ قيامِهِ
بِالحَملِ يَقطَعُ نِسعَهُ المَعمودا
And a night after that went by
For nights do not leave anything fresh
يا صاحِبيَّ قِفا نُحَيّي مَنزِلا
قَد كادَ داثِرُ رَسمِهِ لِيَبيدا
And I knew her speech to be clear
And she gently implies with her guide
دُرجَ الحَصى بِأُصولِهِ فتَنَكَّرَت
بَينَ البَوارِح طارِدا مَطرودا
And when she walked on the carpet, you would think
She rose, wishing to climb up the dune
وَمَضى بيَومٍ بَعدَ ذَلِكَ لَيلَةٌ
إِنَّ اللَياليَ لا يَدعنَ جَديدا
And you see her burdensome litters and belongings
Piled up, with the rest of her smooth-skinned crew
وَلَقَد عَهِدتُ كَلامَها مُتَبَيِّنا
وَالدَّلَّ مُعتَدِلَ الدَلالِ خَريدا
She wets the toothstick in her palm
Cooling it to cleanse the gums
وَإِذا مَشَت فَوقَ البَلاطِ حَسَبتَها
نَهَضَت تُريدُ مِنَ الكَثيبِ صُعودا
She resembled the doe of a gazelle's mother
And a gazelle when it is loving and gentle
وَتَرى حَقائِبَها العِراضَ وَثيرَةً
كوماً وَسائِرَ خَلقِها أَملودا
And the slender two eyebrows when it walks
Swaying softly on the plaited tresses
وَتُبيحُ مِسواكَ الأَراكِ بِكَفِّها
بَرَدا تُلثِّمُهُ الضَجيعَ بَرودا
Like a lone pearl in its oyster
Restless, and order followed it
أَشبَهَت مِن أُمِّ الغَزالِ بُغامَها
وَمِنَ الغَزال إِذا تَأَوَّدَ جيدا
Jurayr, you have mounted dangerous beasts
Seeking glory, but found glory
وَمِنَ المَهاةِ المُقلَتَينِ إِذا غَدَت
وَتَرودُ في الضَفرِ الصِغارِ سُبودا
And you roamed to boast about the generous but insulted them
Until you gained from the torment fuel
كَفَريدَةِ المَرجانِ حالَ بِخُرتها
قَلِقٌ وَأَتبَعَهُ النِظامُ فَريدا
And you found their war to be as you portrayed it
A fire flaming dry timber and iron
أَجَريرُ إِنَّكَ قَد رَكِبتَ مُقارِعا
تَبغي النَشيدَ فَقَد لَقيتَ نَشيدا
O son of the she-donkey, you began the first time
And you were defeated when poem rebutted poem
وَعَويتَ تَنتَجِعُ الكِرامَ وَسَبَّهُم
حَتّى اِصطَلَيتَ مِنَ العَذابِ وَقودا
And I broke your lute and peeled off its sapwood
Until I left you downcast and subdued
وَوَجَدتَ حَربَهُم كَما بَيَّنتَها
ناراً تَسَعَّرُ جَندَلاً وَحَديدا
O son of Muraghah, you are more irreproachable than one who walked
The Hasaba, and more rational than one made of wood
يا بنَ الأَتانِ بَدأَتَ أَولَ مَرَّةٍ
وَغُلِبَتَ إِذ نَقضَ القَصيدُ قَصيدا
And if you claim ancestry, you will find your disgrace present
While glory is far from you if you are attributed
وَكَسَرتُ عودَكَ واِقتَشَرتُ لِحاءَهُ
حَتّى تَرَكتُك تارِزا مَفؤودا
Every discourse perishes except for your disgrace
O son of Muraghah, it remains ever fresh
يا بنَ المَراغَةِ أَنتَ أَلأَمُ مَن مَشى
حَسَبا وَأَخورُ مَن تَكَلَّمَ عودا
You brought in the Rabee'a and did not take them out
O son of the she-donkey, so they shackled you
وَإِذا اِنتَسَبتَ وَجَدتَ لؤمَكَ حاضِرا
وَالمَجدَ مِنكَ إِذا نُسبتَ بَعيدا
And you butted the Rabee'a so they would attain our goal
O son of the she-donkey, so they made your hides cracked
كُلُ الحَديثِ يَبيدُ إِلّا لُؤمُكُم
يا بنَ المَراغَةِ لا يَزالُ جَديدا
And the hides of Rabee'a you see dyed
With disgrace - the bones did not acquire hides
أَورَدتَ يَربوعا وَلَم تُصدِرهُم
يا بنَ الأَتانِ فَحَوَّلوكَ مَقيدا
The vile and base are a folk
Who left your tongue bound between them
وَنَخَستَ يَربوعاً لِيُدرِكَ سَعيَنا
يا بنَ الأَتانِ فَبَلَّدوا تَبليدا
With the captivity of your women and killing of your men
Ask the settlements of Irāb and ancestors
وَجُلودُ يَربوعٍ تُرى مَصبوغَةً
بِاللؤمِ ما اِكتَستِ العِظامُ جُلودا
The women were taken captive against Irāb while you
Were in Irāb when the women were taken captive
إِنَّ الأَراقِمَ وَاللَهازِمَ مَعشَرٌ
تَرَكوا لِسانَكَ بَينَهُم مَعقودا
And you sheathed your sword empty and left it
Disgraced at their abodes, subdued
بِسِباءِ نِسوَتِكُم وَقَتلِ رِجالِكُم
فاِسأَل إِرابَ تنبِّكُم وَجَدودا
O son of Muraghah, you did not find a source of pride
Until you boasted of being a prey and outcast
سُبيَ النِساءُ عَلى إِرابَ وَكُنتُمُ
بِإِرابَ إِذ تُسبى النِساءُ شُهودا
O son of the she-donkey, your father is more blameworthy than a father could be
And the stallion exposes the disgrace of his newborn
وَسَلَلتَ سَيفَكَ خاليا وَتَرَكتَهُ
خَزيانَ عِندَ ديارِهِم مَغمودا
O son of Muraghah, carrying your women
Is water that distinguishes slave from free
يا بنَ المُراغَةِ لَم تَجِد لَكَ مَفخَرا
حَتّى اِتنَجَعتَ عُطارِدا وَلَبيدا
The wombs of the Rabee'ite women are filled with it
Coupling with the most feral studs
يا بنَ الأَتانِ أَبوكَ ألأَمُ والِدٍ
وَالفَحلُ يَفضَحُ لؤمُهُ المَولودا
Ghathawiyyah, suckling girls whose mothers
Had not coupled with the noble previously
يا بنَ المُراغَةِ إِنَّ حَملَ نِسائِكُم
ماءٌ يُفَصِّلُ آمياً وَعَبيدا
She bore the slave of the brow, came from her womb
And inherited the blame and baseness of forefathers
عَلِقَت بِه أَرحامُ يَربوعيَةٍ
نَكَحَت أَزَلَّ مِنَ الفُحولِ عَتودا
His disgrace tore her belly open
And disgrace sufficed him as inheritance while young
غَذَويَّةٌ رَضعاءُ لَم تَكُ أمها
مِن قَبلِ ذَلِكَ لِلكِرامِ وَلودا
So when he flourished in his prime arrogantly
His disgrace flourished even more
قَذَفَت بِعَبدِ العِرقِ جاءَ مِن استِها
وَرِثَ المذمَّة والسفال جدودا
Until old age branched him, living long
Like a dog, neither fortunate nor envied
خَرَقَ المَشيمَةَ لؤُمُهُ في بَطنِها
وَاللُؤمُ قَنَّعَهُ المَشيبَ وَليدا
O son of the she-donkey, you lied - my horsemen
Protect the tents and kill the warriors
فَإِذا تَرَوَّحَ لِلشباب تَمامُهُ
فَرَطاً تَرَوَّح لؤُمُهُ ليَزيدا
Wearing armor, when the regiment approaches
In close rows, its leader upright
حَتّى تَفَرَّعَهُ المَشيبُ مُعمَّرا
كَالكَلبِ لا سَعدا وَلا مَحسودا
And a regiment whose descent makes the land dark
Reaping and bringing the spears fruit
يا بنَ الأَتانِ كَذَبتَ إِنَّ فَوارِسي
تَحمي الذِمار وَتَقتُلُ الصِنديدا
We struck the Shuhub's Udayyah and made their chief collapse
Without wanting to bow down
اللابِسينَ إِذا الكَتيبَةُ أَقبَلَت
حَلَقا يَسير قَتيرُهُ مَسرودا
And the battlefield of Maʿrakah whose glory we won
Angered the chief, intense and black
وَكَتيبَةٍ يَغشى الذِيادَ نِزالُها
حَصداً يَقُدُّ وَلِلطِعان وُرودا
And the army, the day Liwā folded them, I crushed them
Like the ripper crushes the harvest
شَهباءَ عاديَةً ضَرَبنا كَبشَها
فَكَبا الرَئيسُ وَلا يُريدُ سُجودا
No mouth more impenetrable than one with bared teeth
And our horsemen fell upon it to defend
وَمَجالِ مَعرَكَةٍ غَنِمنا مَجدَها
لَقيَ الرَئيسُ بِها الغِضابُ أَسوَدا
O son of Muraghah, the severity of our horses
Left Ghudānah and Kulaib utterly defeated
وَالجَيشَ يَومَ لِوى جَدودَ دَقَقتُهُ
دَقَّ المُقَرِّبَةِ القِطافِ حَصيدا
The days of Sajhah, O Jurayr, lead you
Blameworthy as led and leader
لا ثَغرَ أَمنَعُ مِن بَليَّةَ مَورِدا
وَقَعَت فَوارِسُنا بِهِ لِتَذودا
And their plains in Dhi Maja'ah left
No one from Hadramawt or Himas neglected
يا بنَ المُراغَةِ إن شَدَّةَ خيلِنا
تَرَكَت غُدانَةَ وَالكُلَيبَ فَنيدا
The day of Khuzaym after we bound him when
They had made pacts with us
أَيامَ سَجحَةَ يا جَريرُ يَقودُكُم
أَلئِم بِذَلِكَ قائِدا وَمَقودا
And we drove back ‘Ādiyah of Hudhayl but no army
After it intended to return
وَمَجالُهُنَّ بِذي المَجاعَةِ لَم يَدَع
مِن حَضرَموتَ وَلا الحِماسَ شَريدا
O son of Muraghah, you have mocked gatherings
And horsemen - O son of Muraghah - hunted
يَومَ الخُزَيمِ غداةَ كُبِّلَ بَعدَما
شَدّوا مَواثِقَ عِندَنا وَعُهودا
They surpassed Kulaib in generosity and elevation
Sitting above cushions loftily
وَدَفَعنَ عاديَةَ الهُذَيلِ فَلَم يُرِد
جَيشٌ لِتَغلِبَ بَعدَها ليَعودا
Do you expect one whose building reached the sky
You have cast at him severely
يا بنَ المُراغَةِ قَد هَجَوتَ مَجالِسا
وَفَوارِسا يا بنَ المُراغَةِ صيدا
سَبَقوا كُلَيبا بِالمَكارِم وَالعُلى
فَوقَ النَمارِقِ مُحتَبينَ قُعودا
أَتَرومُ مَن بَلَغَ السَماءَ بِناءَهُ
قَد رُمتَ مُطَّلَعاً عَلَيكَ شَديدا
