يا حارِ إِن كُنتَ اِمرَأً مُتَوَسِّعاً

فَاِفِدِ الأُُلى يُنصِفنَ آلَ جَنابِ

O ignoble one, if you were a man of integrity

Then make amends, it would bring you good repute

أَخَواتُ أُمِّكَ قَد عَلِمتَ مَكانَها

وَالحَقُّ يَفهَمُهُ ذَوُو الأَلبابِ

You know well the standing of your aunts

And the judicious understand the truth

إِنَّ الفَرافِصَةَ بنَ الاَحوَصِ عِندَهُ

شَجنٌ لِأُمِّكَ مِن بَناتِ عُقابِ

Al-Farafisha son of Al-Ahwas has for your mother

Sorrow, one of the daughters of Ukab

أَجمَعتُ أَنَّكَ أَنتَ أَلأَمُ مَن مَشى

في فُحشِ مومِسَةٍ وَزَهوِ غُرابِ

I gather that you are the vilest who walked

In the indecency of a harlot and the vanity of a crow

وَكَذاكَ وَرَّثَكَ الأَوائِلُ أنَّهُم

ذَهَبوا وَصِرتَ بِخِزيَةٍ وَعَذابِ

Thus did the ancients bequeath you that they

Perished while you remained in shame and torment

وَاللُؤمُ مِنكَ وِراثَةٌ مَعلومَةٌ

هَيهاتَ مِنكَ مَكارِمُ الأَنسابِ

Wickedness is a known inheritance from you

Far from you are the nobilities of lineage

فَوَرِثتَ والِدَكَ الخِيانَةَ وَالخَنا

وَاللُؤمَ عِندَ تَقايُسِ الأَحسابِ

You inherited from your father betrayal and impiety

And wickedness when merits are weighed

وَأَبانَ لُؤمَكَ أَنَّ أُمَّكَ لَم تَكُن

إِلّا لِشَرِّ مَقارِفِ الأَعرابِ

And your vileness revealed that your mother

Was none but for the evil of nomads’ debauchery

في فُحشِ مومِسَةٍ قَليلٍ عَقلُها

مَشهورَةٍ بِالفُحشِ ذاتِ سِبابِ

Of little mind in the indecency of a well-known harlot

Renowned for abomination and curses

وَوَسَمتَ إِستَكَ ثُمَّ قُلتَ أَنا الفَتى

وَخَضِبتَ كَفَّي سارِقٍ بِخِضابِ

You marked your lineage, then claimed to be the youth

And dyed your hands like a thief with henna

وَجَلَستَ لِلعُهّارِ مَجلِسَ فِتنَةٍ

وَذَمَمتَ عَينَي مومَسٍ بِصُوابِ

And you sat for the pimp in a tempting session

And stared with desire at a harlot’s eyes

مَنَّتكَ نَفسُكَ يا اِبنَ صَقعَبَ مُنيَةً

كَذَبَتكَ نَفسُكَ ما لَها مِن نابِ

Your soul deluded you, O Saqab’s son, with a death wish

Your soul lied to you, it has no determination