أَأَسماءُ لَم تسئَلي عَن أَبيـ
ـكِ وَالقَومُ قَد كانَ فيهِم خُطوب
Aasma, you did not ask about your father
While there was turmoil amongst the people
إِنَّ عَريباً وَإِن ساءَني
أَحَبَّ حَبيبٍ وَأَدنى قَريب
Indeed an Arab, though he wronged me
Loved a lover and drew near a relative
سَأَجعَلُ نَفسي لَهُ جُنَّةً
بِشاكي السِلاحِ نَهيكٍ أَريب
I will make myself a shield for him
With my clashing weaponry, unsheathed and ready
وَأَهلَكَ مُهرَ أَبيكِ الدَوا
ءُ لَيسَ لَهُ مِن طَعامٍ نَصيب
And he destroyed your father’s wedding gift
He has no share in food
خَلا أَنَّهُم كُلَّما أَورَدوا
يُضَيَّحُ قَعباً عَلَيهِ ذَنوب
Except whenever they come to water
He fouls every water-skin with sins
فَيُصبِحُ حاجِلَةً عَينُهُ
لِحِنوِ اِستِهِ وَصَلاهُ غُيوب
So his eye awakens bleary
From the sleeplessness of his love and his vigils
فَأَعدَدتُ عَجلى لِحُسنِ الدَوا
ءِ لَم يَتَلَمَّس حَشاها طَبيب
So I prepared a quick medicine for the beautiful one
No doctor had touched its bandages
أَخي وَأَخوكِ بِبَطنِ النُسَي
رِ لِيسَ بِهِ مِن مَعَدٍّ عَريب
My brother and your brother in the abdomen of the she-camel
There is no intestines in him like an Arab
فَأَقسَمَ بِاللَهِ لا يَأتَلي
وَأَقسمَتُ أَن نِلتُهُ لا يَؤوب
So he swore by God, he will not be twisted
And I swore he will be twisted and will not recover
فَأَقبَلَ نَحوي عَلى قُدرَةٍ
فَلَمّا دَنا صَدَقَتهُ الكَذوب
So he approached me with intent
But when he drew near, his lies proved him false
أَحالَ بِها كَفَّهُ مُدبِراً
وَهَل يُنجِيَنَّكَ شَدٌّ وَعيب
He turned his palm, retreating
Can violence and disgrace save you?
فَتَبَّعتُهُ طَعنَةً ثَرَّةً
يَسيلُ عَلى الوَجهِ مِنها صَبيب
So I pursued him with a copious stab
From which flows a stream of blood
فَإِن قَتَلَتهُ فَلَم آلُهُ
وَإِن يَنجُ مِنها فَجُرحٌ رَغيب
If I killed him, I will not blame him
And if he survives it, it's a wound that heals
وَإِن يَلقَني بَعدَها يَلقَني
عَلَيهِ مِنَ الذُلِّ ثَوبٌ قَشيب
And if after it he meets me, he will meet me
Upon him a garment of abasement and coarse haircloth