فَمَن يَكُ سائِلاً عَنّي فَإِني

وَجِروَةَ لا تُباعُ وَلا تُعارُ

So he who asks about me, I am

A rock that cannot be sold or lent

مُقَرَّبَةُ الشِتاءِ وَلا تَراها

وَراءَ الحَيِّ تَتبَعُها المِهارُ

Made close in winter, though it's not seen

Behind the living, the skilled dogs hunt it

لَها بِالصَيفِ آصِرَةٌ وَجُلِّ

وَسِتُّ مِن كَرائِمِها غِزارُ

In summer it has many fault lines

And six of its generous flowing streams

أَلا أَبلِغ بَني الصَيداءَ عَنّي

عَلانِيَةً وَما يَغني السِرارُ

Won't I send a message to Bani Asad about me

Openly, and secrecy is no use

قَتَلتُ سُراتكُم وَتَرَكتُ مِنكُم

خَشاراً قُل ما نَفَعَ الخِشارُ

I have killed your elite and left among you

Only the rabble, say what use is the rabble?

وَلَم اِقتُلُكُم سِرّاً وَلَكِن

عَلانِيَةً وَقَد سَطَعَ الغُبارُ

And I did not kill you in secret, but

Openly with the dust swirling