سَيِّدِي أَنْتَ مِمَّ شَكْوَاكَ قُلْ لِي

أَمِنَ الدَّلِّ أَمْ مِنْ التَّتْرِيْفِ

My master, you complain yet tell me

Is it out of love or mere flattery?

لاَ يَهُولَنْكَ ذَا فَإِنَّ أَخَاكَ ال

بَدْرَ مَا زَالَ مُولَعَاً بِالْكُسُوفِ

Do not let this frighten you, for your brother

The full moon is still enamored with eclipses.

اِنْفِ ثِقْلَ السُّيُوفِ عَنْكَ فَمَا شَكْ

وَاكَ إِلاَّ مِنْ ثِقْلِ حَمْلِ السُّيُوفِ

Rid yourself of the burdens of swords, for your plaints

Come only from the weight of bearing swords.

وَاكْفِنَا عَقْدَكَ المَنَاطِقَ إِنَّا

قَدْ رَثَيْنَا لِخَصْرِكَ المَخْطُوفِ

Spare us your belted waist, for we are wearied

By your cinched and constrained waist.

كَمْ عَذَلْنَا فِي السُّيُوفِ وَقُلْنَا

لَك مَا لِلْمَهَا وَحَمْلِ السُّيُوفِ

How we have suffered from swords, and said to you

You are no warrior, just a sword bearer.

إِنَّما تَصْلُحُ المَهَا لِخُدُورٍ

وَنَعِيْمٍ وَلَذَّةٍ وَعَزِيْفِ

Indeed, swords only suit tents, comfort, pleasure and music,

Not real combat and the bearing of swords.