لَقَد جارَيتَ يا اِبنَ أَبي جَريرٍ

عَذوماً لَيسَ يُنظِرُكَ المِطالا

O son of Abu Jarir, you have wronged me

With cruelty, leaving no respite for me

نَصَبتَ إِلَيَّ نَبلَكَ مِن بَعيدٍ

فَلَيسَ أَوانَ تَدَّخِرُ النِصالا

You launched your arrows at me from afar

Yet now is not the time to hoard your missiles

فَلا وَأَبيكَ ما يَسطيعُ قَومٌ

إِذا لَم يَأخُذوا مِنّا حِبالا

No, by your father, a people cannot prevail

If they do not take ropes from us

عَرارَتَنا وَإِن كَثُروا وَعَزّوا

وَلا يَثنونَ أَيدِيَنا الطِوالا

Our bareness, though they be many and mighty

Will not make our long hands recoil

وَما اليَربوعُ مُحتَضِناً يَدَيهِ

بِمُغنٍ عَن بَني الخَطَفى قِبالا

The fluttering one, cradling his hands,

Will not avail the sons of Khatfah a thing

نَسُدُّ القاصِعاءَ عَلَيهِ حَتّى

يُنَفِّقَ أَو يَموتَ بِها هُزالا

We block him from grazing until

He spends all or dies emaciated

فَلا تَدخُل بُيوتَ بَني كُلَيبٍ

وَلا تَقرَب لَهُم أَبَداً رِحالا

So enter not the abodes of Banu Kulayb

Nor go near their encampments ever

تَرى فيها اللَوامِعَ مُبرِقاتٍ

يَكَدنَ يَنِكنَ بِالحَدَقِ الرِجالا

You will find shining sabers therein

That almost blinded the eyes of men

قَصيراتِ الخُطا عَن كُلِّ خَيرٍ

إِلى السَوآتِ مُسمِحَةً رِعالا

Short of stature, shunning all good

Galloping wildly into evil