لَقَد وَدَّعَت حُبّي وَهامَ رَقيبي
وَأَصبَحَ وادي اللَهوِ غَيرَ عَشيبِ
My love has indeed said farewell, and my watcher has wandered astray.
And the valley of pleasure has become grassless.
تَرَكتُ لِوَجهِ اللَهِ فِزراً فَقُل لَهُ
عَتَقتَ وَلَكِن كَيفَ أُمُّ حَبيبِ
I let Fizr go for God's sake; tell him:
You are free—but how is Umm Ḥabīb?
وَجُنَّ فُرَيخُ الزِنجِ بَل جُنَّتِ اِستُهُ
فَأَصبَحتُ دَلّاقاً لَهُ بِطَبيبِ
And the Zanj fledgling went mad—rather, his arse went mad.
So I became a 'gusher' for him, as a physician [wording unclear].
شَتَمتُ فُرَيخَ الزِنجِ عِرضي خَسارَةً
فَإِن كُنتَ كَعبِيّاً وَكُنتَ حَبيبي
I reviled the Zanj fledgling, at the cost of my honor.
For if you are a Kaʿbī and were my beloved,
لَقَد وَقَعَ الكَعبِيُّ ناراً بِميسَمٍ
عَلى اِستِ أَبيكَ العَبدِ بَعدَ شَبيبِ
The Kaʿbī indeed branded with fire, using a branding iron,
Upon your slave father's arse, after Shabīb.
رَأى اِبنُ خُلَيقٍ طَعنَتي في اِستِ أُمِّهِ
فَراحَ يُغَطّيها وَذَمَّ قَضيبي
Ibn Khulayq saw my thrust in his mother's arse,
Then set about covering it and condemned my penis.
فَقُلتُ لَهُ قَد فارَقَت وَحِمَدتُها
فَلا تَشتُمَنّي بِاِستِ أُمِّكَ حوبي
So I told him: She has departed, and I praised her;
So do not revile me for my sin in your mother's arse.
رُوَيدَ اِبنَ زِنجِيِّ العَشيرَةِ إِنَّما
دَعاكَ إِلى شَتمي خِيانَةُ حيبِ
Steady, son of the clan's Zanj man; it was only
Sinful treachery that prompted you to revile me.
فَخَرتَ بِرَأسٍ مِن أَبيكَ مُفَلفَلٍ
عَلَينا وَبَرصاءِ العِجانِ لَعوبِ
You boasted of a peppercorn-curled head from your father
Over us, and of a wanton woman with a white-spotted perineum.
فَيا عَجَباً مِن باهِلِيٍّ يَسُبُّني
مَطِيَّةِ كِنديرٍ قَرىً وَأَريبِ
How astonishing: a Bāhilī reviles me,
A mount whose back serves Kindīr and Arīb.
لَقَد ماتَ كِنديرٌ فَأَبكاكَ مَوتُهُ
فُجِعتَ بِأَيرٍ كَالشُواظِ صَليبِ
Kindīr has indeed died, and his death made you weep.
You were bereft of a hard penis like a smokeless flame.
تَسَرَّقتَ شِعري فَاِكتَسَبتَ بِهِ الغِنى
وَما كانَ لَقّاطُ النَوى بِكَسوبِ
You stole my poetry and gained wealth through it,
Yet a picker of date stones was never a good earner.
أَلا قُل لِعُزّابِ البُصَيرَةِ أَقبِلوا
بِحاجَتِكُم مِن نازِحٍ وَقَريبِ
Now tell the bachelors of al-Buṣayrah: Come,
With your need, from far away and near.
بَناتُ خُلَيقٍ مُلجَماتٌ مُعَدَّةٌ
إِذا القَومُ راحوا سُرِّجَت لِرُكوبِ
Khulayq's daughters are bridled and ready;
When the men set off in the evening, they are saddled for riding.
لَعَمري لَقَد أُعطيتَ عِرساً مُريبَةً
وَقَد يَقطَعُ الهَمَّ الفَتى بِمُريبِ
By my life, you have indeed been given a wife of dubious conduct,
And a young man may banish care with a dubious companion:
جَزوراً لِأَيسارِ الجَزورِ سَمينَةً
وَنَفّاعَةً تَجني الفَتى بِذَنيبِ
A fat slaughter-camel for the camel-lottery gamblers,
And a useful woman who earns the young man a small share [sense uncertain].
فَأَمّا فِرَيخَ الزِنجِ حينَ عَرَفتَها
صَديقاً لِزِنجِ القَريَتَينِ وَنوبِ
But, Zanj fledgling, when you knew her
As a friend to the Zanj of the two villages and to the Nubians,
أَخَذتَ لِإِخوانِ الصَفاءِ مِن اِستِها
نَصيباً فَخُذ لي في اِستِها بِنَصيبِ
You took, for your truehearted friends, from her arse
A share—so secure a share in her arse for me.
سَأُعطيكَ ما يُعطي الفَتى مِن تِلادِهِ
بِعَضدٍ وَإِن كانَت فُضوحَ ذُنوبي
I shall give you what a young man gives of his inherited property,
With an arm's support, even if it exposes my sins.
بَني خَلَقٍ يُخزيكُمُ اليَومَ والِدٌ
دَعِيٌّ أَحَمُّ اللَونِ غَيرُ نَجيبِ
Sons of Khalaq, today your father disgraces you:
A bastard, coal-black in color, of no noble stock.
مَواريثُهُ مَعروفَةٌ في وُجوهِكُم
مَناخِرُهُ وَالرَأسُ غَيرُ كَذوبِ
His inherited traits are plain in your faces:
His nostrils—and the head does not lie.
تَعَزَّ لَها يا اِبنَ الخُلَيقَ فَإِنَّها
مَواريثُ زِنجِيٍّ جَرَت بِعُيوبِ
Resign yourself to them, O son of al-Khulayq, for they are
A Zanj man's inherited traits, passed down with defects.
لَحا اللَهُ أَبناءَ الخُلَيقَ فَإِنَّهُم
خَنازيرُ حُشٍّ سُخِّرَت لِسُروبِ
May God curse the sons of al-Khulayq, for they are
Pigs of a privy, set to burrowing.
Sol 6.1