بِعَيسا باذَ حُرٌّ مِن قُرَيشٍ

عَلى جَنَباتِهِ الشَربُ الرِواءُ

In Isabad resides a free man of Quraysh, surrounded by quenching drafts,

To whose protection Muslims fly for refuge whenever fear or hope arises.

يَعوذُ المُسلِمونَ بِحَقوَتَيهِ

إِذا ما كانَ خَوفٌ أَو رَجاءُ

And in the square stand lofty mansions, erected by a people of false lineage;

How many claim, "I am of sound stock," while their nature and bearing belie them.

وَبِالميدانِ دَورٌ مُشرِفاتٌ

يُشَيِّدُهُنَّ قَومٌ أَدعِياءُ

He has honor he hoards that it might endure, yet for what he hoards there is no endurance.

Upon the Dabbiy lies a baseness that is not hidden; he tries to veil it, but the veil is torn away.

وَكَم مِن قائِلٍ إِنّي صَحيحٌ

وَتَأباهُ الخَلائِقُ وَالرُواءُ

By my life, had Abu Khudayj undertaken the raising of the house, the structure would not have collapsed.

لَهُ حَسبٌ يَضِنُّ بِهِ لِيَبقى

وَلَيسَ لِما يَضِنُّ بِهِ بَقاءُ

عَلى الضَبِّيِّ لُؤمٌ لَيسَ يَخفى

يَغطيهِ فَيَنكَشِفُ الغِطاءُ

لَعَمري لَو أَقامَ أَبو خُدَيجٍ

بِناءَ الدارِ ما اِنهَدَمَ البِناءُ