وَيح نَفسي مِن الزَمان المُعادي

وَاِصطِباحي بِالوَغد رُكن الفَسادِ

Woe to my soul from the hostile times

And my morning with the scoundrel, the pillar of corruption

كَعبة الفسق مَعدن اللُؤم وَالخب

ث حَليف الشَيطان في كُل ناد

The Kaaba of debauchery, the mine of villainy and shame

The ally of Satan in every club

هُوَ مثل الحِمار يَحمل أَسَفا

راً كباراً لم يَدر مِنها المَبادي

He is like a donkey carrying heavy burdens

Unaware of their consequences

بيدَ أَنّي أَراه في الظرف فَرداً

لا يُضاهيهِ رائحٌ أَو غادي

Yet I see him alone in circumstance

With no equal, neither coming nor going

يا سَما أَمطري عَلَيهِ صُخورَاً

وَاَلحِقيه بِقَوم لُوط وَعاد

O sky, rain rocks upon him

And join him with the people of Lot and Aad

فَلَقَد ظَلَّ في ضلال بَعيد

وَتَعامى عَن الهُدى وَالرَشاد

For he remained in distant misguidance

And turned away from guidance and integrity

أَسند الفعل لِلطَبيعة كفراً

بِالمعز المذل رَب العِباد

He attributed the deed to nature, blaspheming

The disgraced Sustainer, Lord of worshippers

فَجَزاهُ في هَذِهِ الخزي وَالذُل

لَ وَنار الجَحيم يَوم المعاد

So may he be rewarded in this disgrace and humiliation

Nay, the hellfire on the day of judgement

هُوَ كالصفر في الحِساب فَلا قَد

ر له عِندَنا لَدى الإِنفِراد

He is like zero in the calculation, with no

Value to us when alone

هُوَ لا يَستَقيم إِلا بلعن

مَع زَجر وَقسوة وَعِناد

He cannot be upright except with curse

With rebuke, severity and stubbornness

غرّه عزُّهُ فَصار قُصارى

أَمره ذلُّه بصفَع الأَيادي

His arrogance deluded him, so he became

Humiliated with the slapping of hands

قَد تَمادَيت عَن أَذاه اِحتِقاراً

فَاِعتَدى في الأُمور عِندَ التَمادي

I disregarded his harm in disdain, so he

Transgressed in matters upon persistence

وَتَعدّى أَطواره وَتَجارى

وَنَما شرّه نُموّ القتاد

And exceeded his limits and contended

And his evil grew like creeping ivy

وَأَراد النِضال وَهوَ جَبانٌ

مَع لَيث الشَرى وَشَهم الطراد

And he wanted to fight while a coward

With the lion of foes and valiant chaser

فَاِمتَلا قَلبه مِن الوَهم رُعباً

وَغَدا نادِماً كَليم الفُؤاد

So terror filled his heart

And he regretted, faint of heart

وَلَئن عادَ للطراد غُروراً

مِنهُ أَمسى عَلى الثَرى كَالجَماد

And if he returns to the chase arrogantly

By evening he is on the ground like the dead

حَيث أَرميه مِن بَديع القَوافي

بِسِهام يَغدو بِها كَالرَماد

Where I strike him with the unique metaphors

With arrows that reduce him to ashes