أَما وَكُلّ نَفوخِ
شَجٍ بنرسٍ رَضيخِ
Lo, by every snorting camel,
distressed by a crushed nars (unclear term),
مَجَّ اللُغامَ بِنَسجِ ال
عناكِبِ المَنضوخِ
that spat froth like the webbing of
spiders, all spattered;
يَمشينَ مَشيَ فُيولِ ال
شَطرَنجِ خَلفَ الرُخوخِ
they walk like the elephants of
chess, behind the rooks,
تَرمي الفَلا بِسهامٍ
وَلا سِهامَ الجروخِ
shooting across the wastes like arrows,
but not the arrows of crossbows,
تَؤُمُّ مَكَّةَ ذاتَ ال
بَيتِ الرَفيعِ الرَفيخِ
bound for Mecca, with its
lofty, spacious House:
إِنَّ الظَهيرَ لَيَسمو
فَضلاً بِأَنفٍ شَموخِ
indeed, Ẓahīr soars
in merit, with a nose held proudly high.
حَبرٌ لَهُ قَدَمٌ في ال
عُلومِ ذاتُ رُسوخِ
A scholar, he has a foothold in the
sciences, firmly rooted.
ذَكاؤُهُ هازِئٌ مِن
أَبي العَلاءِ التَنوخي
His intelligence scoffs at
Abū al-ʿAlāʾ al-Tanūkhī.
ما زالَ في الدينِ صَدراً
كَالشَيخِ شَيخِ الشُيوخِ
He has always been foremost in religion,
like the shaykh, the shaykh of shaykhs.
يُزري بِأَهلٍ رِياءٍ
تَطَأطَأوا كَالفُخوخِ
He puts the people of hypocrisy to shame,
those who bowed low like traps.
يا سَيِّدي وَمُعيني
وَناصِري وَصَريخي
O my master and my helper,
and my champion and my rescuer,
يا ذا القَريضِ الفَصيحِ ال
مَنسوخِ لا المَنسوخِ
O master of eloquent verse—the
copied, not the erased!
فَمَن يُساجِلكَ يُلطَم
في الوَجهِ بِالتَوبيخِ
So whoever vies with you is slapped
in the face with rebuke,
حَتّى تُرى وَجنَتاهُ
كَصُفرَةِ الزَرنيخِ
until his cheeks are seen
as yellow as orpiment.
هَيهاتَ هَيهاتَ ما الأخ
مَصانِ كَاليافوخِ
Far, far from it! The soles of the feet
are not like the crown of the head.
ذا الدَّهر ما في بَنيهِ
لِفاضِلٍ مِن مُصيخِ
In this age, among its sons,
none listens to a man of merit.
فَالفاضِلُ المُشتَري في
كيوانَ وَالمَرّيخِ
For the worthy man is Jupiter amid
Saturn and Mars.
ما في زَمانِكَ هَذا
غَيرُ السَليخِ المَليخِ
In this age of yours there is
nothing but flayed, feeble wretches.
هُمُ سَواسِيَةٌ في
هَيئاتِهِم كَالمُسوخِ
They are all alike in
their forms, like monstrosities.
ما مِنهُمُ رَبُّ عِرضٍ
خالٍ مِنَ التَلطيخِ
Not one among them possesses an honor
free from defilement.
ما القَومُ إِلّا بَنو عا
هِرٍ رَبوضٍ رَبوخِ
These folk are nothing but sons of a
whore who lies prone and swoons,
لَم تَخلُ في دَهرِها سا
عَةً مِنَ التَّشريخِ
who, all her life, has not been free for a single
hour from being split open.
مَولايَ دُم في شِواءٍ
مُضَهَّبٍ وَطَبيخِ
My lord, may you forever enjoy roast meat,
lightly roasted, and cooked dishes,
وَلَحمِ حوتٍ طَرِيٍّ
لا مالِحِ الطِّرِّيخِ
and the flesh of fresh fish,
not salty preserved fish,
ما فَرَّ بِالعِرضِ حُرٌّ
عَن وَصمَةِ التَوسيخِ
as long as a freeborn man flees with his honor
from the stain of befoulment,
وَما اِستَطابَت لَهاةٌ
مَذاقَةَ البَطّيخِ
and as long as a palate relishes
the taste of watermelon.
Sol 6.1