يظلم الناس يعلم الله أفْرَى

أنت بالكشخ منه أولى وأحْرَى

God knows who oppresses people, yet pretends otherwise

You are more deserving and fitting of power than he

كان للكرْكدنِّ قَرن فأضحى

قرنه اليوم عند قرنك مِدرَى

The gourd once had a horn, but now

Its horn pales next to yours

من يكنِ تاجه كتاجك هذا

فليكن بابه كإيوان كسرى

He whose crown is like yours

Let his court rival Kisra's

لا عدمتَ القرون يا ابن حُريثٍ

إنّ في طولها لأرفعَ ذكرى

Long live you, son of Hurayth

For through you glory is made sublime

لو تخفّفتَ بالقيادة ما اسطع

ت لكنت الثقيل يا تلّ محرى

Had you eased your grip on power you'd not have shone so bright

Yet you are weighty, O mound of Muhriyy!

لهتكتَ الحياء عنك فأبدى

لك وجهاً كوجه أمِّك سكرى

You cast off all shame

And show a face like your mother Sakra's

شرُّ ماءٍ صراه في شر صُلب

شرُّ فحلٍ قراه في شرِّ مَقْرَى

The worst water is what he squeezed in the worst of loins

The worst stallion he bred in the worst of pastures

خالط اللؤمَ في فقار أبيه

فجرى اللؤم منه في كل مجرى

He mingled with riffraff in his father's backbone

So riffraff flowed from him through every channel

يدّعي الشعر وهو كفراء وفلكا

من جؤاثا عليه كزّى وهَطْرى

He claims poetry though he is dull and ignorant

Draped in borrowed garb and affectation

بَلْغميُّ الطباع قد أضخمته

لقوةٌ لا تحيك فيها الشُّوصَرّى

Blemished in nature, puffed up

With a force not even al-Shawashari could capture