بِسيفك فيما اخترتَ من عاجلِ القتلِ
سُقِيتَ ذُعافَ الموتِ فَاشْربْ أبا جَهلِ
With your sword you have chosen to swiftly slay
You were made to drink the bitterness of death, so drink Abu Jahl
هُو السّيفُ لولا الجبنُ لم يَمْضِ حدُّه
ولم يَرْضَ في جِدّ الكريهةِ بالهزلِ
It is the sword, had it not been for cowardice its edge would not be blunt
And it would not be satisfied with jesting amidst serious enmity
شَهِدْتَ الوغَى تَبغِي على الضّعفِ راحةً
لِنَفْسِكَ من حِقدٍ مُذيبٍ ومن غِلِّ
You witnessed the battle seeking rest for yourself
From your burning hatred and rage
أفرعونُ إن تجهلْ فلن تَجهَل الوغَى
فَراعينَها مِن ذي شَبابٍ ومن كَهْلِ
Pharaoh, even if you are ignorant, the battle will not be ignorant
With its youths and elders overseeing it
أصابَك فيها ما أصابَك من أذىً
وفاتَك ما نالَ الرُّوَيْعِيُّ من فَضْلِ
It afflicted you with the harm that afflicted you
And you missed what Ar-Ruway’i attained of virtue
رَماكُ مُعاذٌ قبله ومُعوّذٌ
وجاءك مَشبوباً حَمِيَّتُهُ تَغلي
Mu’adh attacked you before him and Mu’awwadh
Came to you, his zeal boiling
سَقى السّيفَ عفواً من دمٍ لك طَيِّعٍ
فَمِن مُرتقَىً صعبٍ إلى مُسْتَقىً سَهْلِ
The sword freely made you drink obedient blood
So from a lofty ascent to an easy descent
دَعِ الهزلَ يا ابْنَ الحنظليَّةِ إنّه
هو الجِدُّ كلُّ الجِدِّ لو كنتَ ذا عقلِ
Leave jesting O son of Hanzala, it is
All seriousness, if you had any sense
هِيَ اللاّتُ والعُزَّى أضلّتْكَ هذِهِ
وزادتْكَ هذي من ضلالٍ ومن خَبْلِ
These two, Al-Lat and Al-Uzza, have led you astray
And increased you in misguidance and confusion
مَضَى جارُك المأفونُ خَزيانَ وَانْقَضَتْ
حِبالُك فَانْظُرْ هل ترى الآن من حَبْلِ
Your wretched neighbor has passed away in disgrace, and
Your ropes are cut, so look, do you see any rope now?
لقد كنتَ ترجو أن ترى الهُبَلَ الذي
رَضِيتَ به رَبّاً يَفوزُ ويَسْتَعْلِي
You used to hope that you would see Al-Hubal whom
You were pleased with as a lord, prevailing and ascendant
أصبتَ ابنَ مسعودٍ سَناءً ورفعةً
وباءَ عدوُّ اللّهِ بالخِزي والذُّلِّ
You attained Ibn Mas’ud – glory and elevation
While Allah’s enemy attained disgrace and humiliation
فَخُذْ سَيْفَهُ ثم ارفعِ الصَّوتَ شاكراً
فما بعدَ ما أعطاكَ ربُّك من سُؤْلِ
So take his sword and raise your voice in gratitude
For after you asked your Lord, what giving He bestowed!