أَلا أَسماءُ صَرَّمتِ الحِبالا
فَأَصبَحَ غادِياً عَزَمَ اِرتِحالا
Alas, Asma had tied up the camels
So he was determined to set off traveling
وَذاتُ العِرضِ قَد تَأتي إِذا ما
أَرادت صُرمَ خُلِّتِها الجِمالا
And Zatul Irdh can come when she wants
To change her beautiful clothes
تَعاوَرَها الوُشاةُ فَغَيَّروها
عَنِ الحالِ الَّتي في الدَهرِ حالا
The scandal-mongers attacked her
From the state she had always been in
وَمَن لا يَفثَإِ الواشينَ عَنهُ
صَباحَ مَساءَ يَبغوهُ الخَبالا
And whoever does not prevent the slanderers
Morning and evening they seek to discredit him
فَسَلِّ طِلابَها وَتعَزَّ عَنها
بِناجِيَةٍ كَأَنَّ بِها خَيالا
So ask those who desire her and be aloof from her
With a girlfriend as if she were a specter
أَمونٌ ما تَمَلُّ وَما تَشَكّى
إِذا جَشَّمتَها يَوماً كَلالا
Secure from tiring or complaining
When you have faced her one day in the moonlight
كَأَنَّ الرَحلَ مِنها فَوق جَأبٍ
يُقَلِّبُ آتُناً خُلُجاً حِيالا
As if the camel litter were above a valley
Turning the howdah this way and that
مِن اللاتي أَلفِنَ جَنوبَ إيرٍ
كَأَنَّ لَهُنَّ مِن سِبتٍ نِعالا
Of those accustomed to the south wind of Iyr
As if their sandals were made of ebony
يَظَلُ جَبينُهُ غَرَضاً لِسُمرٍ
كَأَنَّ نُسورَها حُشِيَت نِصالا
His brow remains exposed to Sumar
As if its eagles were armed with spearheads
أَجَشُّ تَخالُه عَلِقاً إِذا ما
أَرَنَّ عَلى جَواحِرَها وَجالا
Slender is her imagination if
Brought face to face with her necklaces
فَأَبِلِغ إِن عَرَضتَ بِنا رَسولاً
أَبا المَملوحِ إِنَّ لَهُ جَلالا
So if you meet, inform the messenger there
Abu Mamlouh—truly he possesses glory—
أَمودٍ خَلفُكُم هَرَماً وَلمّا
تَذوقوا مِن عَداوَتِنا وَبالا
A mood old behind you a ruin though
You have not yet tasted our enmity and affliction
وَلَمّا تَفعلوا إِلّا وَعيداً
كَفى بِوَعيدِكُم لَهُمُ قِتالا
Nor have you done anything but threaten
Your threats against them are enough for battle
وَعيدٌ تَخدِجُ الأَرحامُ مِنهُ
وَيَنقُلُ مِن أَماكِنها الجِبالا
A threat that shakes the womb
And moves mountains from their places
خَفيفُ الغَيثِ تُعجِبُ مَن رَآهُ
مَخيلَتُهُ وَلَم تَقطُر بِلالا
Light rain is pleasing to whoever sees it
His imagination though no drops have fallen