بَغى يا اِبنَ الخَطيبِ عَليكَ قَومٌ

بَغى يا اِبنَ الخَطيبِ عَليكَ قَومٌ

بَغوا تَكليفَ كَفَّيكَ السَماحَه

بَغوا تَكليفَ كَفَّيكَ السَماحَه

Some people wronged you, O Ibn al-Khatib;

They wronged you, son of the preacher

they sought to burden your two hands with generosity.

They wronged by burdening your generous hands

فَأَنتَ أَقَلُّ قَدراً أَن تُرَجّى

فَأَنتَ أَقَلُّ قَدراً أَن تُرَجّى

لِحُرٍّ أَو تُمَخَّضَ مِنكَ راحَه

لِحُرٍّ أَو تُمَخَّضَ مِنكَ راحَه

For you are too low in worth to be looked to

You are too noble that you be hoped

by a freeborn man, or to have relief drawn from you.

For free man or that comfort comes out of you

نَزَعتَ إِلى كِشاحِيَةٍ لِئامٍ

نَزَعتَ إِلى كِشاحِيَةٍ لِئامٍ

لَهُم في الناسِ أَعراضٌ مُطاحَه

لَهُم في الناسِ أَعراضٌ مُطاحَه

You take after the base Kishāḥiyya,

You inclined towards the villainy of villains

whose reputations among people have been cast down.

Who have in people the most blemished reputations

قَبيلٌ لا يُقادُ لَهُ قَتلٌ

قَبيلٌ لا يُقادُ لَهُ قَتلٌ

وَلا يَأسو الجِراحَ لَهُم جِراحَه

وَلا يَأسو الجِراحَ لَهُم جِراحَه

A clan whose slain go unavenged,

A tribe whose killing cannot be avenged

nor does a wound heal their wounds.

And wounds are not grievous wounds for them

وَأُمٌّ لَم يُحَصِّنَها حَصاناً

وَأُمٌّ لَم يُحَصِّنَها حَصاناً

أَبوكَ فَأَفرَخَتكَ عَلى الإِباحَه

أَبوكَ فَأَفرَخَتكَ عَلى الإِباحَه

And a mother not kept chaste

And a mother who was not protected by a protector

by your father—so she hatched you in promiscuity.

So your father copulated with her freely

أَتَت بِكَ أَثقَلَ الثَقَلينِ روحاً

أَتَت بِكَ أَثقَلَ الثَقَلينِ روحاً

وَأَبخَلَهُم بِما مَلَكَتهُ راحَه

وَأَبخَلَهُم بِما مَلَكَتهُ راحَه

She bore you, the heaviest soul among humans and jinn,

She gave birth to you, the heaviest in spirit

and the stingiest of them with whatever a palm possesses.

And the most stingy of what his comfort possessed