يا اِبنَ أَبي حاضِرٍ يا شَرَّ مُمتَدِحٍ

أَنتَ الفِداءُ لِعَبّادِ بنِ عَبّادِ

O son of Abi Hadhir, O worst of flatterers

You are the ransom for the servants of Ibn Abbad

أَنتَ الفِداءُ لِخَيرٍ مِنكَ مَأثُرَةً

عِندَ التَنائي وَخَيرٍ مِنكَ في النادي

You are the ransom for one better than you, revered

When parting, and better than you in the assembly

المازِنِيُّ الَّذي يَشآكَ أَوَّلُهُ

إِذا جَرَيتُم بِآباءٍ وَأَجدادِ

Al-Mazini, whom you malign at first

When you race with fathers and forefathers

أَغَرُّ أَروَعُ مَحضٌ غَيرُ مُؤتَشَبٍ

مُرَدَّدٌ بَينَ أَمحاضٍ وَأَنجادِ

More cuckoo-like, more flashy, pure without alloy

Echoing between fools and assemblies

صَلتُ الجَبينِ كَريمُ العودِ مُنتَجَبٌ

لَم يَدرِ ما طَعمُ ثَديَي أُمُّ أَولادِ

His smooth forehead, generous fine wood, carefully chosen

He never knew the taste of a mother's breast

أَنتَ اِبنُ عَلقَمَةَ المَحمودُ نائِلُهُ

وَخالُكَ السِعرُ سِعرُ المِصرِ وَالبادي

You are the son of Alqamah, praiseworthy, his heir

And your uncle Si'r, the price of Egypt and the nomad

تَرى قُدورَ اِبنِ عَبّادٍ مُعَسكِرَةً

وَالناسُ مِن صادِرٍ عَنها وَوَرّادِ

You see the pots of Ibn Abbad encamped

While people disperse from him satisfied and replete

يَسري فَيُصبِحُ عَبّادٌ يُشَبِّهُهُ

صَدرَ الحُسامِ نُقي مِن بَينِ أَغمادِ

He walks at nightfall becoming at dawn Abbad

Whose breast gleams among scabbards