أَبَعدَ عِمارَ الخَيرِ نَرجو سَلامَةً

وَقَد بَتَكَت آرابُهُ وَمَفاصِلُه

Beyond peace for virtuous Imār we yearn

Though his joints and ribs are rent and torn

فَلا وَضَعَت عِندي حَصانٌ خِمارَها

وَلا ظَفِرَت كَفّي بِقَرنٍ أُنازِلُه

My hands grasp not the horn to make him kneel

Nor stallion reins to humble him forlorn

لَإِن لَم أَزُر خَولانَ في عَقرِ دارِها

بِأَرعَنَ رَجّافٍ تُزَجّى قَنابِلُه

If I raid not Khaulān in their abodes

With steeds whose barding clatter as they're borne

وَأشفي غَليلي مِن سَراةِ قُضاعَةٍ

وَكُلُّ صَقيلٍ يَملَأُ الكَفَّ حامِلُه

Sate my ire on Quḍā‘ah, every blade

That fills the grip made for the hand that's sworn

فَمَن مُبلِغٌ عَمرُو بنِ عَوفٍ رِسالَةً

وَيعلى بنَ سَعدٍ مِن ثَؤورٍ يُراسِلُه

Who bears my word to 'Amr ibn 'Awf's ear

And Ya'lā ibn Sa'd whom I have forewarned

بِأَنّي سَأَرمي الحَقلَ يَوماً بَغارَةٍ

لَها مَنكِبٌ حانٍ تُدوِّي زَلازِلُه

That I shall storm the pasture, a foray

Whose shocks will shake foundations worn

وَعَمرُو بنُ عَوفٍ هَمّي وَمُنيَتي

إِذا كانَ لي يَوماً قَرينٌ أُنازِلُه

With 'Amr ibn 'Awf my care and bane

If we should meet in battle's morn

أَقامَ بِدارِ الغَورِ في شَرِّ مَنزِلٍ

وَخَلّى بَياضَ الحَقلِ يَزهُرُ خامِلُه

He dwelled where Death holds court in the worst stead

While meadows white lay fallow and forlorn