أَشِرَت لَكاعِ وَكانَ عادَتَها

لُؤمٌ إِذا أَشِرَت مَعَ الكُفرِ

The wine cup was passed to her, as was her habit,

When drunk, she would curse her God and husband with the unbelievers,

لَعَنَ الإِلَهُ وَزَوجَها مَعَها

هِندَ الهُنودِ طَويلَةَ البَظرِ

She brought out a dancing girl to Ohud,

Embracing her lustfully in front of the noble men,

أَخرَجتِ مُرقِصَةً إِلى أُحُدٍ

في القَومِ مُعنِقَةً عَلى بَكرِ

A chaste, honorable man who could not be scolded or deterred,

Your walking stick you lean on to act piously,

بَكرٍ ثَفالٍ لا حَراكَ بِهِ

لا عَن مُعاتَبَةٍ وَلا زَجرِ

Hit the shameless one, naked of virtue,

Her buttocks and vulva ruptured,

وَعَصاكَ إِستُكِ تَتَّقينَ بِها

دَقَّ العُجايَةَ عارِيَ الفِهرِ

From being penetrated forcefully again and again,

Her companion tended to her wounds,

قَرِحَت عَجيزَتُها وَمَشرَجُها

مِن نَصِّها نَصّاً عَلى القَهرِ

Washing them with water and myrtle,

You came visiting eagerly,

ظَلَّت تُداويها زَميلَتُها

بِالماءِ تَنضَحُهُ وَبِالسِدرِ

On the day of Badr, insulting your father and son,

And your uncle who was robbed of his armor,

أَقبَلتِ زائِرَةً مُبادِرَةً

بِأَبيكِ وَاِبنِكِ يَومَ ذي بَدرِ

And your two brothers lying dead in the trench,

And you forgot your own disgraceful act,

وَبِعَمِّكَ المَسلوبِ بِزَّتَهُ

وَأَخيكَ مُنعَفِرَينِ في الجَفرِ

Oh Hind! Woe to the vileness of fate,

You returned humiliated, without a tent peg,

وَنَسيتَ فاحِشَةً أَتَيتِ بِها

يا هِندُ وَيحَكِ سُبَّةَ الدَهرِ

From what you had sought, not even a tent rope,

The mother of bastards claimed she gave birth,

فَرَجَعتِ صاغِرَةً بِلا تِرَةٍ

مِمّا طَلَبتِ بِها وَلا وَترِ

To a small child, who was born of fornication.

زَعَمَ الوَلائِدُ أَنَّها وَلَدَت

وَلَداً صَغيراً كانَ مِن عَهرِ