نَبَّأتني أَنَّ عَبدَ اللَّهِ مُنتَزِعٌ

مِنّي عَطاياهُ لُكّاعَ بنَ لُكّاعِ

You told me that Abdullah is taking back

His gifts from me, O son of a despicable one!

كَذَبتَ لَم تَغذُهُ سَوداء مُقرفةٌ

بِشَرِّ ثَديٍ كَأَنفِ الكَلبِ دَمّاعِ

You lied - no swarthy wide-nostrilled she-camel

Has ever suckled him with teats like a dog's tearful nose,

إِلّا بِأَلبانِ حورٍ كَالدُّمى شُمُسٍ

مِن عامِرٍ وَنَمَتهُ بَينَ أَفراعِ

But only the milk of fair women like suns rising white

From Aamir when it grew between the ribs.