اِسمَع هُديتَ أَبا يَحيى مَقالَ أَخٍ
يُصفي لَكَ الوُدَّ في سِرٍّ وَإِجهارِ
Listen to the speech of my brother Abu Yahya
Who sincerely expresses his affection for you in secret and openly
ماذا عَلَيهِ بِلا جُرمٍ وَلا تِرَةٍ
أَتَتهُ كَفُّ الَّذي يُدعى بِمِنقارِ
What wrong or blemish has he done
That the claws of the one called Beaked should strike him
أَعني اِبنَ مَن فَقَأَت في الرِحمِ مُقلَتَها
فَياشِلٌ لِأُناسٍ غَيرِ أَحرارِ
I mean the son of her whose pupil was ruptured in the womb
So miserable for folk who are not free
زَنَت زَماناً فَلَمّا عَنَّسَت هَرَماً
قادَت عَلى كُلِّ قَوّادٍ وَخَمّارِ
She whored for a time, then when she aged
She led every pimp and wine-seller
رَمَت بِاِبنِ نَذلِ الوالِدَينِ لَهُ
أُمٌّ مُقَنَّعَةٌ بِالذُلِّ وَالعارِ
She directed the son of vile parents towards him
A mother cloaked in humiliation and shame
ما أَلفُ فَيشَلَةٍ في جَوفِ كَعثَبِها
تَوَسُّعاً مِنهُ إِلّا الطَيرُ في الغارِ
I know no emptiness in her womb except
Birds in a cave could settle in
عَوراءُ تَألَفُ أَهلَ البَغيِ مِن شَبَقٍ
وَلا تَحَوَّبُ سُخطَ الخالِقِ الباري
The shameless whore befriends the sinful
And cares not for the wrath of the Creator
لَرَهزَةٌ مِن غَوِيٍّ في مَضارِطِها
أَشهى إِلى قَلبِها مِن أَلفِ دينارِ
A dinar to a lustful vagrant is more pleasing
To her heart than a thousand dinars
بِدُبرِها إِبنَةٌ شَنعاءُ مُقلِقَةٌ
أَحَرُّ في لَذعِها مِن جَمرَةِ النارِ
Behind her a hideous, restless daughter
More burning in her sting than embers of fire
يا مَن رَأَت عَينُهُ عَوراءَ مُعوِرَةً
تُناكُ في دُبرِها مِن غَيرِ إِنكارِ
O you whose eye has seen the deformed whore
Fornicating behind her without objection
جاءَت بِنَغلٍ وَقاحٍ بارِدٍ وَضِرٍ
ذي مَولِدِ نَجِسٍ مِن غَيرِ تَطهارِ
She came with a shameless, cold, harmful bastard
Of an unclean birth without purification
صُلبِ الحَماليقِ لا يَلوي بِناظِرِهِ
عَلى الحَياءِ وَلَو شُكَّت بِمِسمارِ
The loins of porters do not shy with their gaze
From indecency, even if skewered with a nail
وَكَيفَ يَأنَفُ نَذلٌ ساقِطٌ وَقِحٌ
لا يَستَقيدُ لِإِعذارٍ وَإِنذارِ
How can degraded filth have dignity or shame
Or heed rebuke and warning
وَلَيسَ يَصلُحُ إِن كَشَّفتَ هِمَّتُهُ
إِلّا لِفاحيشَةٍ أَو حَملِ مِزمارِ
If her identity were revealed
She would only be fit for abomination or playing the flute
في كُلِّ يَومٍ تَرى مِن فَوقِهِ رَجُلاً
يَسوطُ مِنهُ حِتاراً غَيرَ خَوّارِ
Every day you see a man above her
Lashing her repeatedly without tiring
جَلداً عَلى كُلِّ أَيرٍ لَو ضَرَبتَ بِهِ
قَفاهُ كَبَّ لَهُ مِن غَيرِ خَوّارِ
A hide that if you struck its backside
Its snout would bend without tiring
ذو مِبعَرٍ كُلَّ يَومٍ يَستَقيدُ إِلى
نَيكٍ وَيُنشَرُ فيهِ أَلفُ طومارِ
With a wide nostril, daily soliciting
Pleasure, thousands of scrolls circulating
مازَحتُهُ غَيرَ ذي عِلمٍ بِخِسَّتِهِ
في نَظمِ مَمدَحَةٍ مِن حُرِّ أَشعارِ
I jested with him, ignorant of his vileness,
In verses praising in eloquent poetry
فَأَظهَرَ التيهَ مِن جَهلٍ وَقابَلَني
بِسَيِّئٍ لَم يَكُن مِن حَقِّ مِقدارِ
But he showed ignorance and faced me
With evil, not befitting his worth
وَلَو أَحاطَ عُبَيدُ اللَهِ مَعرِفَةً
بِعُظمِ شَأني اِتَّقى نابي وَأَظفاري
If Ubaydullah knew the extent
Of my status, he would fear my outcry and claws
يا اِبنَ الَّتي ضَرَطَت مِن تَحتِ نائِكِها
ضَرطَ الحِمارِ ضَغا مِن كَيِّ بيطارِ
O son of her who farted from beneath her skirt
The braying fart of a donkey's gallbladder
إِحدى النَوادِرِ مِن قِردٍ تَعَرُّضُهُ
مِن غَيرِ مَقدِرَةٍ لِلقَسوَرِ الضاري
A rare joke, a monkey overstepping
Without appreciating the fierce lion
إِنَّ المُحَنَّكَ إِسماعيلَ خَبَّرَني
نَعَم وَناصَحَني في صِدقِ أَخباري
Indeed, the experienced Ismael told me
Yes, and counseled me with honest news
بِأَنَّ في اِستِكَ شَعراً مُنكَراً خَشِناً
مُقَطِّعاً لِلخُصى مِن غَيرِ أَشفارِ
That in your constitution is coarse, harsh poetry
Severing loins without claws
تُدمي الأُيورَ إِذا ما جَوفَها اِقتَحَمَت
خُشونَةٌ مِنكَ زادَت كُلَّ مِقدارِ
When its insides are penetrated by your coarseness
Every measure is increased
سُقيتَ غَيثاً أَبا يَحيى وَلا سُقِيَت
دِيارُ شانيكَ صَوبَ الواكِفِ الجاري
Abu Yahya, you were watered with rain but not
The lands of your rivals by the flowing spring
لَقَد أَتاني قَريضٌ مِنكَ أَعجَبَني
حُسناً يُطَوِّلُ فيهِ الدَهرَ أَفكاري
Verses have come to me from you that delighted me
In beauty, occupying my thoughts for ages
وَفيهِ عَتبٌ نَفى نَومي وَوَكَّلَني
مِنَ الهُمومِ بِرَعيِ الكَوكَبِ الساري
And in them, a reproach that denied my sleep and burdened me
With worries in tending the rising star
مَن لي بِمِثلِكَ في ظَرفٍ وَفي أَدَبٍ
وَحِفظِ وُدِّ أَخٍ حُرٍّ وَإيثارِ
Who do I have like you in manners and propriety
And preserving the love of a free brother and preferring him
حَلَلتَ مِنّي مَحَلَّ الروحِ مِن جَسَدي
فَصِرتَ لي أُنُساً مِن دونِ سُمّارِ
You have taken the place of my soul in my body
Becoming a companion for me without evening entertainment
إِنَّ الغُثا اِبنَ أَبي مَنصورَ بادَلَني
بَغياً وَأَنتَ عَلَيهِ بَعضُ أَنصاري
Indeed, Ghassan ibn Abi Mansur betrayed me
With enmity while you are among my supporters
لَأَنظِمَنَّ القَوافي في مَثالِبِهِ
كَنَظمِ عِقدِ كَسولِ المَشيِ مِعطارِ
I will string rhymes about his vices
Like stringing the anklets of a perfumed lazy walker
حَتّى أُغادِرُهُ لَحماً عَلى وَضَمٍ
أَنحى عَلى حَلقِهِ ساطورُ جَزّارِ
Until I leave him as meat on a carving table
The blades of butchers slash his throat
أَو يَستَعيدَ إِلى العُتبى فَأَترُكُهُ
لِأَنَّهُ وَتِحٌ مِن نَسلِ أَنزارِ
Or he returns to apologizing, and I will leave him
Because he is a wretch from the family of little girls
