قَد حانَ قَولُ قَصيدَةٍ مَشهورَةٍ

شَنعاءَ أَرصُدُها لِقَومٍ رُضَّعِ

The time has come for an infamous poem

Whose virulent verses I compose for an upstart folk

يَغلي بِها صَدري وَأُحسِنُ حَوكَها

وَإِخالُها سَتُقالُ إِن لَم تُقطَعِ

My chest boils with it, excellently I construct it

And its meanings will be conveyed if not cut off

ذَهَبَت قُرَيشٌ بِالعَلاءِ وَأَنتُمُ

تَمشونَ مَشيَ المومِساتِ الخُرَّعِ

Quraysh went with glory while you

Walk with the gait of humbled whores

فَدَعوا التَخاجُؤَ وَاِمنَعوا أَستاهَكُم

وَاِمشوا بِمَدرَجَةِ الطَريقِ المَهيَعِ

Leave your affectations and withhold your wantonness

And walk upright on the smooth road

أَنتُم بَقِيَّةُ قَومِ لوطٍ فَاِعلَموا

وَإِلى خِناثِكُمُ يُشارُ بِإِصبَعِ

You are the remnant of Lot’s people, know that

And your effeminacy is pointed out with a finger

وَإِذا قُرَيشٌ حُصِّلَت أَنسابُها

فَبِآلِ شِجعٍ فَاِفخَروا في المَجمَعِ

And when Quraysh’s lineages are recounted

Then boast, at the council, of the family of Shijah

خُرُقٌ مَعازيلٌ إِذا جَدَّ الوَغى

بُطُنٌ إِذا ما جارُهُم لَم يَشبَعِ

Tattered garments when war grew harsh

Bellies that are never filled when their neighbors go hungry