أختَ جَسّاسٍ تَوارَيْ وَاِرحَلي
عَن فِنانا اليَومَ ثُمَّ اِنتَقِلي
O sister of a spy, hide and depart from us
Leave our abode today then move on
أَنتِ أَلقَيتِ وَأَغرَيتِ بِنا
سَتَرَيْ مِنّا ضِرامَ الشُّعُلِ
You have tempted and seduced us
You will see flames of fire from us
كُنتِ بِالأَمسِ تَغُرِّينَ أَخي
وَتُمَنِّيهِ بِما لَم يَفعَلِ
Yesterday you were flirting with my brother
And promising him what has not been done
وَتَقولينَ أَخي صِهرُكَ ما
مِثلُهُ مِمَّن أَرى بِالمِعبَلِ
You used to say my brother, your brother-in-law is unmatched
Among all I see in gatherings
ما لَهُم مِن حُجَّةٍ مَعروفَةٍ
لَو رَأوا حَقّا لَأَضحى مُنجَلِي
They have no known argument
If they saw the truth it would become a sickle to me
يا كُلَيبٌ كُنتَ جاهِي وَلَقَد
جارَ جَسّاسٌ بِقَتلِ البَطَلِ
O Kulaib, you were arrogant but a spy succeeded
In killing the hero
فَأَتاهُ وَهوَ عَنهُ غافِل
وَحَباه طَعنَةً في المَقتَلِ
He came upon him unawares
And stabbed him mortally
فَاِبتَلاني وَدَهاني بشجا
قَد مَضى لي وَشَجا لي مُعتَلِي
So he tested me and covered me in wounds
My suffering and pain have passed their limit
أَسعِدوني إِخوَتي ثُمَّ اِندُبوا
أَسَداً كانَ فخارَ المَحفَلِ
Congratulate me my brothers, then mourn
A lion who was pride of gatherings
طَودَ عِزٍّ وَهُماماً في الوَغى
يَمنَعُ الأَقرانَ وَسطَ القَسطَلِ
He warded off glory and zeal in battle
Preventing peers in the midst of conflict
لَم يَكُن نِكساً وَلا ذا مَيلٍ
عِندَ وَقعِ البِيضِ بِالمُنتَعَلِ
He was never weak nor wavering
When the eggs fell in the ostrich nest
اندُبوا لَيثاً عَفِيراً بِالدِّما
يَفحَصُ الأَرضَ صَريعاً مِن عَلِ
Mourn a fierce, bloody lion
Who scans the ground for victims from the heights
أَسعِدوني لا تَلُوموني في البُكا
إِنَّ في الأَحشاء ناراً تَصطَلي
Congratulate me, do not blame me for crying
For there is a fire burning in my guts
يا قَتِيلاً قَتلُهُ جَرَّعَني
عِندَ فَقديهِ نَقعَ الحَنظَلِ
Oh slain one, whose murder has forced me to drink
The bitterness of wormwood at his loss
صِرتُ في لُجَّةِ بَحرٍ زاخِرٍ
صاعِداً طَوراً وَطَوراً يَنزِلُ
I am in the midst of a raging sea
Rising and falling in turn
لَيتَني ما عِشتُ يَوماً بَعدَهُ
لَيتَني قَرَّبَ مَوتي أَجلي
Would that I had not lived a day after him
Would that my death had drawn near
اسلُبوا عَقلي وَرُوحي بَعدَهُ
فَهُمومي بَعدَهُ لا تَنجَلي
After him, rob me of my sanity and soul
For my anxieties after him do not settle
لا صَفا عَيشٌ وَقَد غابَ فَتىً
لَيتَ نَفسي خَرَجَت مِن هَيكَلي
No life has joy when a hero has gone
Would that my soul had left my body
مَن يُبَلِّغنِي الحِمى مِن بَعدِهِ
مَن يُبَلِّغنِي رَفِيعَ المَنزِلِ
Who will convey to me protection after him
Who will convey to me the noble one
بَطَلٌ ضِرغامَةٌ حينَ بَدا
تَحتَهُ الأَشقَرُ مِثلَ التَّنَفُلِ
A hero, audacious when he appeared
Beneath him the blond turned like dates
مَن تَفِرُّ الخَيلُ في الرَّوعِ لَهُ
بَطَلٌ مِثل هِزَبرٍ مُشبِلِ
Horses flee in dread of him
A hero like the impenetrable Hizabir
يا بَني تَغلِبَ لا تَتأَخَّروا
وَاِطلُبوا ثَأرَ مَلِيكِ الجَحفَلِ
O clan of Taghlib, do not delay
And seek vengeance for the slain king
إِنَّني قاتِلَةٌ مَقتُولَةٌ
فَعَسى الأَيامُ أَن تُعقِبَ لي
I am a slain woman seeking retaliation
Perhaps time will bring me justice
هَرَبَت بَكرٌ وَخَلَّت دارَها
شَرَدَت مِثلَ نَعامٍ جُفَّلِ
Bakr has fled and abandoned his abode
Scattered like frightened ostriches
يا بَني بَكرٍ هَلُمُّوا شَمِّرُوا
سَوفَ نَفنيكُم غَداً بِالمُنصُلِ
O sons of Bakr, come and roll up your sleeves
For tomorrow we will annihilate you with swords
بِرِجالٍ لَيسَ فيكُم مِثلُهُم
مِن بَني تَغلِبَ تَحتَ القَسطَلِ
With men unlike any among you
From the clan of Taghlib in the valley
فَلَقَد حُمِّلنا ما لَو بَعضُهُ
حُمِّلَت أَجمالُنا لَم تُحمِلِ
For we have endured what, had some of it
Been placed on our camels, they could not have carried it
يا بَني بَكرٍ كَفاكُم فِعلُكُم
لا تَلومونا إِذا لَم نَجهَلِ
O sons of Bakr, enough of your deeds
Do not blame us if we do not act ignorant
لَو قُتِلتُم كُلُّكُم قاطِبَةً
لَم تَكُونوا كُلُّكُم في مَعدِلِ
If you all were killed to the last man
You would not all be equal to one of ours
