لشنطفَ كعثبٌ خلقُ
تشعَّب جوفه طرقُ
His bag is like a fox in creation,
Its interior split into many paths,
مريح منتن أبداً
على جنباته لثقُ
Always emitting a rotten stench,
With thick spittle on its sides.
كمثل البحر يخشى في
ه هول المد والغرق
It is like a sea that inspires horror
In its terrible tide and drowning,
يسيل لعابه أبداً
وتأكل بطنه الحرق
Its saliva flowing endlessly,
While its belly is corroded by burning.
كقدر لا يزال يسي
ل من أثقابها المرق
Like a pot that keeps pouring
From its many spouts the broth,
تخوض فياشل الأوغا
د لجته وتخترق
Wading into the morass of vices
And penetrating them.
كثير الضحك فالشفتا
ن منه ليس تنطبق
Much laughter, yet his lips
Do not come together at all.
تعوَّد ذاك خلقاً فه
و طول الدهر منفلق
He has grown accustomed to that nature,
So he is split open for ages.
لها إبط كريح المي
ت منه الرشح والعرق
It has an armpit like a wind of death,
Dripping from it moisture and sweat.
تقول لمن تصابره
مكانك ليس نفترق
It says to those who tolerate it:
"Your place is not to part from me."
وأشهى من أغانيها
إلي النار والفلق
And its songs are more enticing to me
Than fire and dawn,
وأحمى من أحاديث
تحدثنا بها الدمق
And its talks are hotter to me
Than those we have at dusk.
قُصَيِّرَةٌ حُقَيِّرةٌ
قليل قدرها شفق
Short, insignificant,
Little is its value.
تَمَلَّقُنا وليس يطي
ب منها ذلك الملق
It fawns on us, yet that flattery
Does not dress it in beauty.
وتدعونا إلى بثق
بشر الماء ينبثق
And it invites us to rip
The freshness of the water spring,
فيأخذنا لذاك الزم
ع والإشفاق والفرق
Then takes us to that time
Of ripening, compassion and separation.
وتظهر عفة وتمي
ل نحو فتى شبق
It displays chastity and inclines
Toward a passionate young man,
كأن الرأس منها لم
يركَّب تحته عنق
As if its head was not
Fixed properly on its neck.
وتخضب رأسها والوج
ه يشهد أنها خلق
It dyes its hair, while its face
Bears witness that it is unnatural.
وليس لطيبها عبق
ولكن نتنها عبق
It has no fragrant scent,
Only a stench of rottenness.
لقد كملت مقابحها
فلا خلق ولا خلق
Indeed, its ugliness is complete,
No nature and no natural form.
