أَلا أَبلَغَ أَبا الجَرباءَ عَنّي

بِآياتِ التَباغُضِ وَالتَقالي

Should I not convey to Abul Jarba

Signs of hatred and estrangement

فَلا تَذكُر أَباكَ العَبدَ وَاِفخَر

بِأُمٍّ لَستَ مُكرِمَها وَخالِ

So mention not your father the slave, and boast

Of a mother you do not honor and are rude to

وَهَبها مُهرَةً لَقَحتَ بِبَغلٍ

فَكانَ جَنينُها شَرُّ البِغالِ

You married her with the dowry of a mule

Thus her womb begot the worst of mules

إِذا طارَت نُفوسُهُم شَعاعاً

حَمَينَ المُحصَناتِ لَدى الحِجالِ

When their souls soar like flames

They protect the inviolable women with shields

بِطَعنٍ تَعثُرُ الأَبطالُ مِنهُ

وَضَربٍ حَيثُ تُقتَنَصُ العَوالي

With a stab that makes the warriors stumble

And a blow where the heights are conquered

أَبى لي أَن أَبائي كِرامٌ

بَنَوا لي فَوقَ أَشرافٍ طِوالِ

My fathers refused that I should dishonor them

They built me above the highest summits

بُيوتَ المَجدِ ثُمَّ نَموتُ مِنها

إِلى عَلياءَ مُشرِفَةِ القَذالِ

The houses of glory, and we die from them

To the lofty and steep precipices

تَزِلُّ حِجارَةُ الرامينَ عَنها

وَتَقصُرُ دونَها نَبلُ النِصالِ

The stones of archers slip off them

And the arrows fall short of reaching them

أَبا لَحفانِ شَرَّ الناسِ حَيّاً

وَأَعناقِ بَني قِتالِ

Abul Lahfan is the worst of people alive

And the necks of the warriors of Qital

رَفَعَت مُسامِياً لِتَنالَ مَجداً

فَقَد أَصبَحتَ مِنهُم في سَفالِ

They raised clubs to gain glory

Thus you became among them in the lowest