أَمِن دمنَةٍ بِالماتِحيِّ عَرَفتَها
طَويلاً بِجَنبِ الماتِحيِّ سُكونُها
From a dunghill by Al-Matihi did you know her
Long by Al-Matihi was her dwelling
عَصى الدَمعُ مِنكَ الصَبرَ فاِحتَثَّ عَبرَةً
مِنَ العَينِ إِذ فاضَت عَلَيكَ جُفونُها
Tears disobeyed you, so weep abundantly
When her eyelids overflowed over you
مَحاها البِلى لِلحَولِ حَتّى تَنَكَّرَت
كَأَنَّ عَلَيها رِقَّ نِقسٍ يَزِينُها
Oblivion erased her traces with time until she became unrecognizable
As if the parchment of a skilled calligrapher adorned her
كِتابَ يَدٍ مِن حاذِقٍ مُتَنَطِّس
بِمسطَورَةٍ مِنهُنَّ دالٌ وَسينُها
A script from his hand, therein a dal and a seen
Extravagance came before generosity in Umm Wasil’s son
فَما انصَفَتكَ النَفسُ إِن هي عُلِّقَت
بِكُلِّ نَوىً باتَت سِواكَ شُطونُها
And none guarded secrets like her confidant
She was never treacherous, for treachery is her namesake
لَها شَجَنٌ ما قَد أَتى اليَأسُ دونَهُ
مِنَ الحاجِ وَالأَهواءُ جَمٌّ شجونُها
And no soul counseled another to betray it
You extended ropes from yourself until they snapped
أَتى البُخلُ دونَ الجُودِ مِن أُمِّ واصِلٍ
وَما أَحصَنَ الأَسرارَ الا أَمينُها
And the strength of ropes does not fail
Are not those ruins crying for their elders
وَما خُنتُها إِنَّ الخِيانَةَ كاسمِها
وَما نَصَحَت نَفسٌ لِنَفسٍ تَخونُها
Over a dear son when his protection failed?
You were not fair to yourself if you attached
مدَدتَ حِبالا مِنكَ حَتّى تَقَطَّعَت
إِليَّ وَما خانَ الحِبالَ متينُها
To any passion that made you sleepless except her
She has a longing that despair did not reach
أَلا تِلكَ يَربوعٌ تَنوحُ كُهولُها
عَلى ابنِ وَثيلٍ حينَ أَعيا هَجينُها
From the confounded hopes and passions, abundant are her sorrows
Meanness came before generosity in Umm Wasil’s son
وَما زِلتَ مُغتَراً تَظُنُّكَ مُنسَأً
مُعاقَبَتي حَتّى أَتاكَ يَقينُها
And none guarded secrets like her confidant
I embarrassed Jarir son of ‘Atan and his people
يَسيرُ بِها الرَكبُ العِجالُ إِذا سَروا
عَلى كُلِ مِدلاجٍ يَجولُ وَضينُها
And their lineages on the day of reckoning will humiliate them
By your life, Kalib is blind to the creed
بِتَيهٍ تَحوطُ الشَمسُ عَنها مَخوفَةٍ
رَواعيَ الحِمى مِن سُرَّةِ القَفرِ عينُها
By which the nomads worship their religion
Ruins will reach Yarbu’a in his remote abode
أَهَنتُ جَريرَ ابنَ الأَتانِ وَقَومَهُ
وَأَحسابُها يَومَ الحِفاظِ تُهينُها
The offenses I caused her brought her sorrows
Yarbu’a puts you to shame whenever she recalls you
لَعَمرُكَ ما تَدري كُلَيبٌ مِنَ العَمى
عَلى أَيِّ أَديانِ البَريَّةِ دينُها
And you put her to shame whenever you defend against her
The vilest creature alive and the evilest
سَيَبلُغُ يَربوعا عَلى نأي دارِها
عَوارِمُ مِنّي سَبَبتَّها شُجُونُها
Under the soil buried are her remains
Every human is made of Adam’s clay
تُشينُكَ يَربوعٌ إِذا ما ذَكَرتَها
وَأَنتَ إِذا ما ذُدتَ عَنها تُشينُها
And Yarbu’a’s clan is made of the vilest clay
Waraqa Yarbu’iya, an evil parent raised her
فألأمُ أَحياءِ البَريَّةِ حَيُّها
وَأَخبَثُ مَن تَحتَ التُرابِ دَفينُها
A despised breeder, so she and her fetus became rotten
Evil is what’s beneath her clothes, as if she were
وَكُلُ امرئٍ مِن طِينَ آدَمَ طينُهُ
وَيَربوعُكُم من أَخبَثِ الطينِ طينُها
An ancient sphere, prolonged became her moons
Whenever she recalls her habits, a scabby woman
وَورقاءَ يَربوعيَةٍ شَرُّ والِدٍ
غَذاها لَئيمٌ فَحَلُها وَجَنينُها
Shakes her head and becomes possessed in her madness
And Maytha’ Yarbu’iya grinds with her vulva
خَبيثَةُ ما تَحتَ الثِيابِ كَأنَّها
جِفارٌ مِنَ الجِفرَينِ طالَ أُجونُها
That she leaks flour whenever she grinds
The millstone takes from her crotch and vulva
إِذا ذَكَرَت أَعتادَها حَنظَليةٌ
تَرَمرَمَ قُنباها فَجُنَّ جُنونُها
Slices whenever the miller sculpts it with his right hand
And take captive the women of Banu Hudhayl
وَمَيثاءَ يَربوعيَّةٍ تَنطُفُ استُها
إِذا طَحَنَت حَتّى يَسيلَ طَحينُها
They did not catch up when their yearning prolonged
The last they saw of their women
تَنالُ الرَحى مِن اسكتيها وَبظرِها
قِطابٌ إِذا الهاديَ نَحتَهُ يَمينُها
Were their hind parts tied with tails
Mounted behind calling you while their left
وَوُلِّهَ مِن سَبي الهُذَيلِ نِساؤُكُم
فَلَم يُدرِكوها حينَ طالَ حَنينُها
Hands point backwards and the Hudhayli right hands forward
Had you attacked during the inviolable months
وَآخِرُ عَهدٍ منهُمُ بِنسائِهِم
وَقَد عُقِدَت بِالمؤخَراتِ قُرونُها
Neither would the virgins nor assistants of women depart with the tribe
You see between her eyes an evident book
مُردَّفَةٌ تَدعوكُمُ وَشِمالُها
بِخِلفٍ وَفي إِثرِ الهُذَيلِ يَمينُها
Which her father inscribed, degrading her religion
The most disgraceful thing for Banu Yarbu’a is that their women
فَلَو غِرتُمُ يَومَ الحَرائِرِ لَم تَرُح
مَع القَومِ أَبكارُ النِساءِ وَعونُها
Support vile riffraff, a despised company
When she farts her vulva brings disgraceful winds
تَرى بَينَ عَينَيها كِتابا مُبَيَّنا
مِنَ اللُؤمِ أَخزاها أَبوها وَدينُها
And when she abstains her stomach brings disgraceful winds
The honor of Taym’s lineages is modesty
وَأَخزى بَني اليَربوعِ أَنَّ نِساءَهُم
مُقَرّاتُ أَوشالٍ لِئامٌ مَعينُها
While Yarbu’a’s lineages are unprotected by modesty
If Taym is attributed then their poetry illuminates
إِذا أَمرَعَت أَخزَت رياحاً فُروجُها
وَإِن أَجدَبَت أَخزَت رياحا بُطونُها
The rhyming prose and its themes remain continuous
We are the sons of knights, the day
تَصونُ حِمى أَحسابِ تَيمٍ حَياؤُها
وَأَحسابُ يَربوعٍ سُدىً ما تَصونُها
Winds blew away all protection and dens
And the sons of the knights of dogs while you are
وَإِن نُسِبَت تَيمٌ أَضاءَ طِعانُها
وُجوهَ القَوافيِ فاِستَمَرَت مُتونُها
The sons of mule riders whose eyes never dry
So deliver oh son of Mursal these winds for me
فَنَحنُ بَنو الفُرسانِ يَومَ تَناوَلَت
رياحا وَفَرَّت عاصِمٌ وَعَرينُها
Panting, for I will disgrace her
Riyah thought I will never insult her
وَأَبناءُ فُرسانِ الكُلابِ وَأَنتُمُ
بَنوا مُردَفاتٍ ما تَجِفُّ عُيونُها
She was wrong when she thought her thoughts
فَأَبلِغ رياحاً هَذِهِ يا بنَ مُرسَلٍ
مُرَنَّحَةً إِنّي لَها سَأُهينُها
أَظَنَّت رياحٌ أَنَّني لَن أَسُبَّها
لَقَد كَذَبتَها حينَ ظَنَّت ظُنونُها
