يا اِبنَ الزُرَيشِيِّ ما زُرَيشِ
قُل لي وَمَن جَدُّكَ الزُرَيشي
O son of Zureishi, what is Zureish
Tell me, who is your ancestor Zureishi
وَأَنتَ مِثلُ اليَهودِ خُبثاً
خُلِقتَ مِن ريبَةٍ وَفُحشِ
And you are like the Jews in wickedness
Created from suspicion and obscenity
أَحقَرُ مِن بَقَّةٍ وَأَجفى
خَلائِقاً مِن حِمارِ وَحشِ
More despicable than a hyena and more spiteful
In nature than a wild donkey
مُجتَمِعٌ فيكَ كُلُّ شُؤمٍ
وَكُلُّ لُؤمٍ وَكُلُّ غُشِّ
Every misfortune is gathered in you
And every villainy and every deception
غَيرُ لَبيبٍ وَلا أَريبٍ
وَلا مَليحِ الكَلامِ هَشِّ
Neither intelligent, nor perceptive
Nor eloquent in speech, slack
فَمَخبَرٌ لِلقُلوبِ يُدوي
وَمَنظَرٌ لِلعُيونِ يُعشي
A matter that grieves hearts and
A sight that blinds eyes
يُصبِحُ لِلناسِ مِنهُ وَجهٌ
كَأَنَّهُ وَجهُ مُردَقِشِّ
A face that people wake up to in the morning
As if it were the face of Murdaqish
ما فيهِ خَيرٌ وَلا حَياءٌ
فَلا يُغَدّي وَلا يُعَشّي
No good or shame in it
So it neither has breakfast nor dinner
وَجهٌ يَقولُ الَّذي يَراهُ
ما أَحسَنَ الدودَ فيهِ يَمشي
A face that whoever sees it says
How nice is the worm walking on it
لَهُ قُرونٌ لَوِ اِستَقامَت
طولاً لَجازَت بَناتِ نَعشِ
It has horns that if they were straight
In length, they would exceed the biers of Nash
مُشَوَّهٌ خِلقَةً وَخُلقاً
ما فيهِ لِلخَيرِ مِن مِخَشِّ
Distorted in physique and manners
No trace of goodness in it
لِحيَةُ تَيسٍ وَوَجهُ قِردٍ
وَعَينُ ثَورٍ وَرَأسُ كَبشِ
A goat's beard and a monkey's face
And a bull's eye and a ram's head
يا لَيتَ شِعري بِأَيِّ عَقلٍ
وَأَيِّ ما قُوَّةٍ وَبَطشِ
Oh, I wish I knew what mind
And what power and might
هَيَّجتَ مِنّي عَليكَ رَقشاً
مِنَ القَوافي وَأَيَّ رَقشِ
Has provoked me against you pieces
Of poetry, and what pieces
فَاِذهَب بِعِرضٍ أَبقَت أَفاعي ال
هِجاءِ فيهِ نُدوبَ نَهشِ
So go away with a reputation that the snakes of
Satire have left in it bite scars
مُمَزَّقٍ لَم تَدَع سِهامِيَ
لِلذَمِّ فيهِ مَكانَ خَدشٍ
Tattered, my arrows of blame
Have not left in it a place for scratching
