قيثارَتي لَم أُلَطِّخها بِأَقذارِ
عَلى طَوافي بِها في بُؤرَةِ العارِ
My lyre I have not defiled with filth
Though circling with it in disgrace's haunt
عَذراءُ تَتَّهِم العُرّى بكارَتها
في كُل خَمّارَة أَصغَت لِأَوتاري
A virgin accuses the naked of her chastity
In every veil that listened to my strings
وَكُلُّ قاذورَة تَرقى بِعورتها
إِلى لسانٍ ذَريف الخُبثِ سَيّار
And every foul one elevates her shame
To a tongue adept in wickedness wandering
تَنكّر الخفر المَمسوخ في دَمها
يَزخرف عاقِر في مَنطِق عارِ
The cursed hypocrite disguises in his blood
A barren one embellishing in the garb of disgrace
أَوتار قيثارها الموبوء فاجِعَة
كَأَنَّها حَيَّة لاذَت بِقيثارِ
The strings of her infected lyre are mournful
As if a serpent took refuge in the lyre
أَفعى أُصيبَت بِحمّى المَجدِ فَاِنقَلَبَت
مِن كَهفِها مِزَقاً سَكرى عَلى الغارِ
A viper stricken with the fever of glory
Came out of its cave, intoxicated, upon the cave
إِبليسُ خُذ هذِهِ العَرّى فَإِن بِه
ما في جَحيمِك مِن زَفت وَمن نارِ
Iblis, take this naked one, for in it
Is what is in your hell of sulfur and fire
خُذها إِلَيكَ وَعَقِّمها فَلا حَبَلَت
أُنثى مِن الأنس بِالكِبريتِ وَالقارِ
Take her to you and sterilize her, so she will not conceive
A female from mankind with sulfur and tar
كَم شاعِر خبثَت فيهِ عَرائِسُه
فَراحَ يُملي بِأَنياب وَأَظفارِ
How many a poet whose maidens corrupted him
So he went reciting with fangs and claws
مِن المَواخيرِ أَو حينَ الجَمال لَهُ
مُعَرَّف الشَهوَة السُفلى بِأَزهارِ
From the wine-skins, or when the camels aroused him
The lower passions known by flowers
وَجئنَه بِأَكاليلِ مُفَجَّعَة
نَمَت سموماً عَلى حافاتِ أَوجارِ
And brought to him crowns, made woeful,
Grown poison at the edges of branches
تاج مِن الدَرك الأَدنى يَطوفُ بِهِ
عَلى الخَفافيشِ في أَشلاءِ أَطمارِ
A crown of the lowest gloom circulating him
Upon bats in the remains of decay
تَسيرُ في رَكبِهِ الأَقزامُ حاشِيَةٌ
قامَت لِتَأييدِهِ في مُلكِهِ الهاري
The dwarves march in his train, attendants
Who stood to support him in his transient kingdom
تَهَتَّكَت سُخُرِّياتُ الخُلودِ بِهِ
فَصاحَ تِلكَ عَلى الأَجيالِ آثاري
The mockeries of immortality played with him
So he shouted, those are my ruins upon generations
لا يَضمر الحُبُّ إِلّا في مَحاجِرِه
فَعَينه لِلهَوى وَالقَلبُ لِلثارِ
Love simmers only in his viscera
So his eye is for passion and his heart for revenge
إِبليسُ خُذه وَعَقِّمهُ فَلا نَشَأَت
مِن صُلبِهِ أُسرة شَوهاء في دارِ
Iblis, take him and sterilize him, so no offspring grew
From his loins, a wretched family in the house
كَم عاشِقٍ راغَ مِن عَذراء طاهِرَة
عُلَّت مِن المَلَإِ الأَعلى بِأَنوارِ
How many a lover surfeited from a pure virgin
Exalted by the highest company with lights
باكورَة الحُبِّ أَبقى في مَراشِفِها
ثَديُ السَماءِ رَضاعَ الفاطِرِ الباري
The first fruits of love left in her pillows
The breast of the sky nursing the Creator Bountiful
حَتّى إِذا أَدنَأَت فيهِ وَفاجَرَها
وَقامَ يَطرَحَها عَن جِسمِهِ الضاري
Until when she came close and he corrupted her
And he rose throwing her off his vicious body
أَهوَت عَلى يَأسِها وَاليَأسُ يَنخَزُها
إِما الضَريحُ وَإِما العارُ فَاِختاري
She plunged into despair and despair pierces her
Either the grave or disgrace, so choose!
وَكَم وَليّ رَعى شَعباً فَأَهلَكَه
تَرغي عَلى زُهدِهِ أَرياقُ عشّارِ
And how many a guardian ruined the people he tended
His devout lips craving the drinkers' cups
وَحاكِم سَفَلَت فيهِ وَداعَتَهُ
فَأَظهَرَت حَملاً في قَلبِ جَزّارِ
And a ruler whose baseness was in him
Displayed a pregnancy in the heart of a butcher
إِبليسُ خُذهُم جَميعاً في بَراقِعِهِم
وَاِرفَع جَناحَك عَن أَبكارِ أَوتاري
Iblis, take them all in their wraps
And lift your wing away from the brides of my strings
خُذهُم إِلَيكَ فَلا عادَت سُلالَتَهم
وَعَقِّمِ النارَ يا إِبليسُ بِالنارِ
Take them to you, so their offspring will not return
And, O Iblis, sterilize the fire with fire!
