قُل لِفَرخِ الزِنجِيِّ لا تَشكُ لَيثاً

وَتَعَوَّذ مِن شَرِّهِ ما اِستَطَعتا

Tell the little chick of the black slave not to suspect a lion

And seek refuge from its evil as much as you can

أَنتَ خُنثى تُناكُ وَاللَيثُ فَحلٌ

لَو تَراهُ خَريتَ ما قَد أَكَلتا

You are an effeminate who copulates while the lion is vigorous

If you see it, you will fall down from what it has eaten

إِنَّ لَيثَ القَصباءِ لاقيكَ فَاِرجِع

في حِرٍ جِئتَ مِنهُ وَاِستَأنِ سَكتا

The lion of Qasbah will meet you so go back

To the hot place you came from and wait in silence

لَو عَرَفتَ الرِئبالَ يابنَ خُلَيقٍ

لَتَنَصَّفتَ وَجهَهُ وَاِستَخَرتا

If you knew Al-Ri’bal, O son of Khuliq

You would have lowered its intensity and walked slowly

كانَ قَد نامَ عَن أَذاكَ فَآدَي

تَ عَلى رَأسِهِ فَذُق ما صَنَعتا

It was sleeping away from your annoying sounds

So you came up to its head, so taste what you have done

كانَ لَقطُ النَوى أَلَذَّ وَأَشهى

مِن قَريضٍ يَفُتُّ رَأسَكَ فَتّا

Picking seeds was more delicious and tastier

Than a poem that splits your head, so be gentle

لَم أُشَفِّع فيكَ الرِجالَ وَلَو عا

شَ أَخوكَ القَوّاسُ شَفَّعتُ رَتّا

I did not intercede for you, not even if your brother the archer interceded, I would have interceded a little

For the black women, in whoever prays

لِنِساءِ الزِنجِيِّ فيمَن يُصَلّي

صَدَقاتٌ فَضَحنَ بِنتاً وَأُختا

There are charities, so they missed a daughter and a sister

And on your pockmarked face, there is a mark

وَعَلى وَجهِكَ المُحَتَّتِ سيما

خَبَّرَتنا عَن اِستِهِ خَبُثَ اِستا

That told us about the vileness of your character