بَغى يا اِبنَ الخَطيبِ عَليكَ قَومٌ

بَغوا تَكليفَ كَفَّيكَ السَماحَه

They wronged you, son of the preacher

They wronged by burdening your generous hands

فَأَنتَ أَقَلُّ قَدراً أَن تُرَجّى

لِحُرٍّ أَو تُمَخَّضَ مِنكَ راحَه

You are too noble that you be hoped

For free man or that comfort comes out of you

نَزَعتَ إِلى كِشاحِيَةٍ لِئامٍ

لَهُم في الناسِ أَعراضٌ مُطاحَه

You inclined towards the villainy of villains

Who have in people the most blemished reputations

قَبيلٌ لا يُقادُ لَهُ قَتلٌ

وَلا يَأسو الجِراحَ لَهُم جِراحَه

A tribe whose killing cannot be avenged

And wounds are not grievous wounds for them

وَأُمٌّ لَم يُحَصِّنَها حَصاناً

أَبوكَ فَأَفرَخَتكَ عَلى الإِباحَه

And a mother who was not protected by a protector

So your father copulated with her freely

أَتَت بِكَ أَثقَلَ الثَقَلينِ روحاً

وَأَبخَلَهُم بِما مَلَكَتهُ راحَه

She gave birth to you, the heaviest in spirit

And the most stingy of what his comfort possessed