قَد لَعَمري يا اِبنَ المُغيرَةِ أَصبَح
تَ مُغيراً عَلى القَوافي جَميعا
Indeed, by my life, O son of al-Mughira, you have become
Forsooth, O son of Mughirah, you have become
a raider upon all the rhymes.
A pauper in rhymes, all of them,
شَرَفاً يا أَخا جَديلَةَ أَبيا
تُكَ رَدَّت قايظَ العِراقِ رَبيعا
Honor to you, O brother of Jadila! Your verses
An honor, O brother of Judaylah's father abounding,
have turned Iraq's scorching summer into spring.
The summer heat of Iraq has returned in spring for you,
ما لِعَينَيكَ تَغزِلانِ إِذا ما
رَأَتا في الرُؤوسِ رَأساً صَليعا
Why do your eyes flirt whenever
Why do your eyes flirt whenever they see
they see, among the heads, a bald head?
A bald head among heads?
إِنَّ حُبَّ الصُلعانِ يُبدي مِنَ المَر
ءِ لِأَهلِ التَكشيفِ أَمراً فَظيعا
Indeed, love of bald men reveals in a man
Verily, loving bald men reveals in a man
something dreadful to those who lay things bare.
A dreadful matter for the bareheaded,
لَستَ عِندي الوَضيعَ بَل أَنتَ ياوَغ
دُ وَضيعٌ عَن أَن تَكونَ وَضيعا
You are not base in my eyes; rather, you, O scoundrel,
You are not despicable in my view, but you, O Wadud, are
are too base even to be base.
Too abject to be despicable,
زُحَلِيٌّ قَدِ اِستَفادَ مِنَ الشُؤ
مِ جَليساً وَمُؤنِساً وَضَجيعا
Saturnian, he has found in ill fortune
A Saturnian who has gained from winter
a companion, a comforter, and a bedfellow.
A companion, friend, and bedmate,
مُدبِرٌ حُرفُهُ يُصِمُّ وَيُعمي
عَنهُ رِزقاً يَغدو بَصيراً سَميعا
Ill-fated, his ill luck makes deaf and blind
A manager whose craft makes him deaf and blind
to him a livelihood that goes forth seeing and hearing.
To sustenance, though he starts out hearing and seeing,
لَكَ مِن لَفظِهِ بَديعُ مُحالٍ
كُلَّ يَومٍ إِذا تَعاطى البَديعا
From his words you get ingenious nonsense
Your words have, each day you engage in rhetorical flair,
each day, whenever he attempts ornate rhetoric.
A wondrous eloquence that is simply absurd,
لَيسَ يَنفَكُّ هاجِياً مَضروباً
أَلفَ حَدٍّ أَو مادِحاً مَصفوعا
He is forever satirizing and being beaten
You never stop being a buttress, lashed
with a thousand floggings, or praising and being slapped.
A thousand times, or a poet covered in bruises.
Sol 6.1