يا آلَ بَكرٍ أَلا تَنهَونَ جاهِلَكُم

عَبدَ بنِ رَخصَةَ عَنزاً بَينَ أَتياسِ

O people of Bakr, do you not restrain your ignorant one

Abd bin Rakhsah slandering a she-goat between two grinding stones?

يا اِبنَ الَّتي سَلَحَت في بَيتِ جارَتِها

فَطارَ مِنهُ عِصارٌ يَقشِبُ الناسِ

O son of her who armed herself in the house of her neighbor

So that her squeezing produced juice that injures people!

كَأَنَّ أَظفارَها شُقِّقنَ مِن حَجَرٍ

فَلَيسَ مِنهُنَّ إِلّا وارِمٌ قاسي

As though her nails were split off from rock,

Of which there remains nothing but a rough, calloused part,

مِثلَ القُرودِ إِذا ما جِئتَ نادِيَهُم

أَلفَيتَ كُلَّ دَنِيٍّ عَردُهُ عاسي

Like monkeys, when you call upon them,

You find every base creature exposing its fangs.