لا يَبعَدَن قَومي الَّذينَ هُمُ

سُمُّ العُداةِ وَآفَةُ الجُزرِ

My people, do not be far from those

Who are the poison of enemies and the plague of neighbors,

النازِلونَ بِكُلَّ مُعتَرَكٍ

وَالطَيَّبونَ مَعاقِدَ الأُزرِ

Who descend into every battlefield

And bind their loins with purity,

الضارِبونَ بِحَومَةٍ نَزَلَت

وَالطاعِنونَ بِأَذرُعٍ شُعرِ

Who attack with drawn swords

And stab with spears of poetry,

وَالخالِطون لُجَينَهُم بِنُضارِهِم

وَذَوي الغِنى مِنُهم بِذي الفَقرِ

Who mix their spittle into their drinks

And the rich among them with the poor,

إِن يَشَربوا يَهَبوا وَإِن يَذَروا

يَتَواعَظوا عَن مَنطِقِ الهُجرِ

If they drink they roar wildly and if they leave it

They moralize on the speech of estrangement,

قَومٌ إِذا رَكِبوا سَمِعتَ لَهم

لَغَطاً مِنَ التَأييِه وَالزَجرِ

A people when they ride you hear from them

Nonsense and shouting and scolding,

مِن غَير ما فُحشٍ يَكونُ بِهِم

في مُنتَجِ المُهُرات وَالمُهر

Without indecent speech that may be among them

In the offspring of pedigree horses and mares,

لاقَوا غَداةَ قُلابَ حَتفَهُمُ

سَوقَ العَتيرِ يُساقُ لِلعَترِ

They met their death in the morning

As their chopped necks were led to slaughter,

هَذا ثَنائي ما بَقَيتُ لَهُم

فَإِذا هَلَكتُ أَجَنَّني قَبري

This is my elegy for them as long as I live

And when I die my grave will lament for me.