طلب البيهقي قَرناً فلم يُحْ

رمْهُ لكنه أصيب بأذْنِهْ

Al-Bayhaqi sought a horn but was not granted it

Yet he was struck on his ear

لا كمن لم يَنَلْه واصطُلِمت إذ

ناه لمّا ابتغاهُ يا طُولَ حُزنِهْ

Not like one who did not attain it, so he persevered

When he wanted it, O how long was his sadness!

ويك يا بيْنُ أيُّ قَرن عليه

ليتَ للبيهقي عَقْلاً بوزنِه

O Bain, which horn could be upon him?

If only there was intellect for Al-Bayhaqi equal to his weight

قرنه مثل بظرِ أمك في الطو

ل ولكنه غليظ كذهنه

His horn was like his mother's vulva in length

But it was thick like his mind

لو مكانَ الهجاء سَدَّدَهْ نَحْ

وي توليتُ هارباً خَوْف طعْنه

If he aimed his satire at me

I would have fled in fear of his stab

لكنِ الوغدُ جاهلٌ لَيْسَ يدري

أَيْن منه تكونُ شدَّةُ رُكْنه

But the stupid person does not know

Where in him lies the intensity of his pillar

لَيْس يدري من الغباوة أين ال

بأسُ منه وأين مَوْضِعُ وَهْنه

He does not know, out of ignorance, where in him

Lies the power and where the place of his weakness

بل أراهُ أراد إترارَ روحي

بأهاجيه لي ضلالاً لأفْنه

Rather I see he wanted to take away my soul

With his nonsense, leading me astray to destroy me

أَتُرى الثور ما درى أَنَّ قلبي

بين جنبيَّ فيه نيرانُ ذهنه

Does the bull not know that my heart

Between my ribs contains the fires of his mind?

بل أبى علمَهُ بذاك عماهُ

ما له سَدَّ ثُقْبَتي جدَّةِ ابنه

But his ignorance of that blinded him

He did not plug the hole of his son's intensity

لست أخشى إذا بدا حُرُّ شِعْري

مُلْبسي دون بُرْده دِرْع أَمْنه

I do not fear when the free part of my poetry appears

Wearing, underneath the cold, the armor of its protection

لعنةُ اللَّه كُلّ يوم عليه

فهو أَولى من المجوس بلعنه

May God's curse be upon him everyday

For he is more deserving of curse than the Magians

لعنةٌ منه في الإقامة تَغشا

هُ وأخرى تزورهُ يوم ظَعْنه

A curse from him covers him when he stays

And another visits him on the day of his departure

رجلٌ يدَّعي الصرامة والفت

ك وحَولاؤهُ تُناك بإذنِه

A man who claims strictness and conquest

While his entourage starves by his permission

مثل ما يدعي من العِلْم بالنحْ

و على جهله وكَثْرة لحنِه

Like what he claims of knowledge of grammar

Despite his ignorance and frequent mistakes

ساقطٌ يخبنُ الغلاصِمَ والأع

ينُ في رُدنه لمنبت قَرْنه

Fallen, he betrays the brave and the eyes

In their sleep, due to the sprouting of his horn

أنا آكلته فما بَصُرت عي

ني بشيء كأكله وكخبنِه

I ate him but my eyes did not see

Anything like eating him and his betrayal

قلت من أنت أيها الشرهُ النذ

لُ شهودي عليه آثار رُدنه

I said, "Who are you, O gluttonous weakling?"

"Witnesses upon him are the effects of his slumber"

قال عبد الأمير قلتُ هواناً

لك كلُّ الهوان بل عبدُ بطنه

He said, "I am the servant of the prince." I said, "For you is all disgrace, rather the servant of his stomach."

Al-Bayhaqi is a dead rotten body

إنما البيهقي مَيْتٌ مجيفٌ

وهل الميتُ مالكٌ قطعَ نتنه

And can the dead ever possess anything but stench?

And in the prince's eye were things

وبِعين الأمير أشياءُ كانت

مِنْهُ بالأمس مُوجباتٌ لسَجْنِه

That yesterday necessitated his imprisonment

So let him return him to the mortar, condemned

فليُعده إلى المطابقِ مذمو

ماً فما للمُجيف شيء كَدفنه

For the rotten has nothing like his burial

I am like Al-Bayhaqi, if I am not

أنا كالبيهقي إن لم أكن مِنْ

هُ مكان القذاةِ من بطن جَفْنِه

From him the position of the eyelash to the eye

We have ground him and squeezed him, O Bain

قَدْ طَحَنَّاه واعتصرناه يا بي

نُ فكُلْ كسبَه وأسرِجْ بدهنه

So eat all his earnings and saddle his oil