لَعَنَ اللَهُ جُرجُسَ القُنياطا
وَسَقى قَبرَهُ خَرىً وَضُراطا
May God curse Jurjus al-Qunyata,
May Allah curse George the sinner
and water his grave with shit and farts!
And water his grave with urine and feces
قُلتُ يَوماً لِدافِنيهِ أَجيبوا
بِجَوابٍ يَزيدُ قَلبي اِغتِباطا
One day I said to his buriers, “Answer me
One day I said to his buriers, answer me
with an answer that increases my heart's delight:
With an answer that makes my heart rejoice
حينَ وَارَيتُموهُ في لَعنَةِ اللَ
هِ وَأَلقَيتُمُ عَلَيهِ البَلاطا
when you buried him in God's curse
When you buried him in the curse of Allah
and laid the paving stones upon him,
And threw rubble upon him
ما صَنَعتُم بِقَرنِهِ قالَ لي القَو
مُ اِستَمِع لا رَأَت عُلاكَ اِنحِطاطا
what did you do with his horn?” The people told me,
What did you do with his horn, the people told me
“Listen—may your eminence never know decline:
Listen, you didn't see it fall into decay
أَصلُهُ في الثَرى مُقيمٌ وَلَكِن
فَرعُهُ صارَ لِلثُرَيّا مَناطا
Its root remains in the earth, but
Its origin is erect in the ground but
its branch is now where the Pleiades hang.
Its tip became nesting place for birds
فَلَقَد نالَ عِرسَهُ كُلُّ زانٍ
وَاِبنَهُ كُلُّ مَن أَحَبَّ اللِّواطا
For every fornicator has had his wife,
So he got his punishment, every adulterer
and everyone who loves sodomy has had his son.
And his son, every sodomite
نَحَتَتهُ الرِجالُ نَحتَ أَبيهِ
صَخرَةً وَهوَ كَالفَنيقِ نَشاطا
Men carved him as his father carved
The men carved him like his father
a rock, while he was as vigorous as a pampered camel,
A rock yet he was active and lively
حينَ لَم يَنحَدِب وَلَم يَكُ إِلّا
كَالقَضيبِ الرَطيبِ يَبدو شِطاطا
when he was not stooped and was simply
When he didn't sag and was nothing but
like a fresh bough, appearing tall and straight.
An erect, juicy member flaunting
وَاِبنُهُ لا يَزيدُ بِالنَحتِ إِلّا
ثِقَلاً فيهِ مُفرِطاً إِفراطا
And his son gains through such carving only
And his son, with carving is only
an utterly excessive heaviness within him.”
Increasing in it excessive excess
يا يوحَنّا يا اِبنَ الَّتي بَظرُها جَذ
عٌ وَيَحكي قَوامُها مِخباطا
O Yuhanna, O son of her whose clitoris is a tree trunk,
Oh John, son of the one whose vulva is coarse
and whose figure resembles a beating-stick!
And its waistline tells of mucus
لِاِستِها لِحيَةٌ كَلِحيَةِ قِسٍّ
وَقَفاها ثَطٌّ يَبينُ سُناطا
Her arse has a beard like a priest's beard,
With a beard like a priest's beard
and her nape is scant-haired, plainly beardless.
And eyebrows that show through the kohl
فَهيَ أَبغى مِن قِطَّةٍ وَتَرى كل
لَ زَمانٍ يَأتي عَلَيها شُباطا
For she is more wanton than a she-cat, and sees every
She is lustier than a she-cat and sees every
season that comes upon her as February.
Time come upon her in rut
طالَما أَنبَطَ الزُناةُ بِأَمخا
لِ الخصا ماءَ رَحمِها إِنباطا
How often fornicators have drawn forth, with the shafts
Long has adulterers ejaculated with their
of their balls, the water of her womb!
Tool in her womb outpouring
طالَما أَسخَطَت أَباكَ بِأَن نِي
كَت لَدَيهِ تَبَرُّعاً إِسخاطا
How often she enraged your father by being fucked
Long has she angered your father by squealing
in his presence, for free—enraging him utterly!
To him affectedly squeaking
طالَما زاحَمَت خَلاخيلُها في
جُحرِهِ عِندَ نَيكِها الأَقراطا
How often her anklets jostled, inside
Long have her anklets barged into
his burrow as she was fucked, against her earrings!
His lair when she was in heat
تَدَّعي الطِبَّ مُر حِرِمِّكَ لَو كُن
تَ تُضاهي في عَصرِنا بقِراطا
You claim medical skill—give orders to your mother's cunt, even if you
She claims the honor of your sanctum though she
rivaled Hippocrates in our age!
Couldn't equal Hippocrates in our time
يا خَراءَ اليَهودِ في يَومِ سَبتٍ
خَلَطوا فيهِ قَيئَهُم وَالمُخاطا
O shit of the Jews on a Sabbath day,
Oh crap of the Jews on Saturday
into which they mixed their vomit and snot!
They mixed in it their vomit and mucus
بَل خَراءُ الرُهبانِ لَمّا تَعَشّوا
عَدَساً كاَن فَتُّهُ بَقسُماطا
Rather, the monks' shit, after they dined
Nay, crap of monks when they had
on lentils with rusks crumbled into them!
Lentils, its beans were fragments
لَستَ مِمَّن أَمسى يُرَوِّقُ خَمراً
لِنَديمٍ وَلا يَمُدُّ سِماطا
You are not one who strains wine at evening
You aren't one who at night intoxicates
for a drinking companion, nor do you lay out a feast.
A companion and extends a carpet
لا وَلا أَنتَ مِن نَصارى كِرامٍ
لَيسَ يَطوونَ عَن نَديمِ بِساطا
No, nor are you among those generous Christians
No, nor are you of the honorable Christians
who never fold their carpet away from a drinking companion.
Who don't fold up the carpet from a companion
Sol 6.1