لَم نَستَلِب عِرضَكَ المُغتابَ نَأكُلُهُ

لِأَنَّ عِرضَكَ مَذبوحٌ عَلى النُصُبِ

We did not plunder your honor, though blamed

For your honor is slaughtered on altars

لَم تَغدُ يُمناكَ لِلأَقلامِ حامِلَةً

إِلّا أَعادَت بِلا شَكٍّ أَبا لَهَبِ

Your right hand did not supply the pens

Except to return head of Abu Lahab

فَإِنَّهُ كانَ لَمّا كانَ ذا اِمرَأَةٍ

تُدعى كَما دُعِيَت حَمّالَةَ الحَطَبِ

For he who had a wife

Called bearer of the firewood

مَتى أَرى غارَةً لِلدَهرِ رَأسُكَ في

يَدَي فَوارِسَها مِن جُملَةِ السَلَبِ

When will I see a raid of fate your head in

The hands of its horsemen among the spoils