لَقَد كِدتُ لَولا الحِلمُ تُدرِكُ حِفظَتي

عَلى الوَقَبى يَوماً مَقالَةُ دَيسَمِ

I almost lost my composure, were it not for my forbearance,

One day at Al-Waqbah when accusing Daisam.

وَنَهنَهتُ نَفسي عَن مُعاذٍ وَقَد بَدَت

مُقاتِلُ مَجهورِ الرَكِيَّةِ مُسلَمِ

I held myself back from Mu'adh though he had clearly

Become the fighter of the throng at Rukiyah.

وَلَولا بَنو هِندٍ لَنالَت عُقوبَتي

قُدامَةَ أَولى ذا الفَمِ المُتَثَلِّمِ

Were it not for the Banu Hind, I would have punished

Qudamah or he of the snarling mouth.

وَلَكِنَّني اِستَبقَيتُ أَعرادَ مازِنٍ

لِأَيّامِها مِن مُستَنيرٍ وَمُظلِمِ

Rather, I called on the nobles of Mazin

For its days of brightness and gloom.

أُناسٍ بِثَغرٍ ما تَزالُ رِماحُهُم

شَوارِعَ مِن غَيرِ العَشيرَةِ في الدَمِ

Men with mouths from which spears never depart,

Whose streets flow not with their tribesmen's blood.

لَعَصَّبتُهُ مِمّا أَقولُ عِصابَةً

طَويلاً أَذاها مِن عِصابَةِ قَيِّمِ

I have bound them with a pact from what I say -

A long lasting one, unlike the flimsy one of Qayyim.

عَلامَ بَنَت أُختُ اليَرابيعِ بَيتَها

عَلَيَّ وَقالَت لي بِلَيلٍ تَعَمَّمِ

Why did the sister of Yarbu build her abode against me

And say to me on a night of masks:

إِذا أَنا لَم أَجعَل مَكانَ لَبونِها

لَبوناً وَأَفقَء ناظِرَ المُتَظَلِّمِ

"When I do not make her perfume a perfume but blind

The eyes of the complainers?"

وَنابُ اليَرابيعِ الَّتي حَنَّ سَقبُها

إِلى أُمِّهِ مِن ضَيعَةٍ عِندَ دَهثَمِ

The she-camel of Yarbu which bowed its ceiling

To its mother from a pasture near Dahtham.

تَجاوَزتُما أَنعامَ بَكرِ اِبنِ وائِلٍ

إِلى لِقحَتَي راعي نُعَيمِ اِبنِ دِرهَمِ

You both passed the cattle of Bakr ibn Wa'il

To the two she-camels of the herdsman Nu'aym ibn Dirham.

فَلَولا اِبنُ مَسعودٍ سَعيدٌ رَمَيتُهُ

بِنافِذَةٍ تَستَكرِهُ الجِلدَ بِالدَمِ

Were it not for Ibn Mas'ud Sa'eed, I would have hit him

With a piercing arrow disliked by skin and blood.