1. باتَ قَلبي تَشُفُّهُ الأَوجاعُ

    مِن هُمومٍ تُجِنُّها الأَضلاعُ

    All night, pains wore my heart away,

    from cares that the ribs conceal,

  2. مِن حَديثٍ سَمِعتُهُ مَنَعَ النَو

    مَ فَقَلبي بِما سَمِعتُ يُراعُ

    from news I heard that drove sleep away;

    so my heart is alarmed by what I heard.

  3. إِذ أَتانا بِما كَرِهنا أَبو السَل

    لاسِ كانَت بِنَفسِهِ الأَوجاعُ

    When Abu al-Sallas came to us with what we loathed—

    may the pains be his own!

  4. قالَ ما قالَ ثُمَّ راغَ سَريعاً

    أَدرَكَت نَفسَهُ المَنايا السِراعُ

    He said what he said, then quickly slipped away;

    may swift deaths overtake his soul!

  5. قالَ يَشكو الصُداعَ وَهوَ سَقيمٌ

    بِكَ لا بِالَّذي عَنيتَ الصُداعُ

    He said, 'He complains of a headache and is ill.'

    May the headache afflict you, not the one you meant!

  6. أَبنَ أَسماءَ لا أَبا لَكَ تَعني

    إِنَّهُ غَيرُ هالِكٍ نَفّاعُ

    Do you mean Asma's son—may you have no father?

    Indeed, he is not dying; he is a great benefactor.

  7. هاشِمِيٌّ بِكَفِّهِ مِن سِجالِ ال

    مَجدِ سَجلٌ يُهانُ فيهِ المَتاعُ

    A Hashimite: in his palm, among the brimming buckets of

    glory, is a brimming bucket in which worldly goods are held cheap.

  8. شِيَمُ الناسِ كُلُّ ذَلِكَ فيهِ

    شيمَةُ الجودِ لَيسَ فيها خِداعُ

    The virtues of men—all of them are in him;

    the trait of generosity, with no deceit in it.

  9. لَم أَجِد بَعدَكَ الأَخِلّاءَ إِلّا

    كَثِمادٍ بِها قَذىً أَو نِقاعُ

    After you, I have found friends only

    like scant pools with floating debris, or stagnant ponds.

  10. بَيتُهُ مِن بُيوتِ عَبدِ مَنافٍ

    مَدَّ أَطنابَهُ المَكانُ اليَفاعُ

    His house is among the houses of Abd Manaf;

    the lofty ground has stretched out its tent ropes.

  11. مُنتَهى المَجدِ وَالنُبُوَّةِ وَالخَي

    رِ إِذا قَصَّرَ اللِئامُ الرُضاعُ

    The pinnacle of glory, prophethood, and goodness,

    when the base, udder-sucking misers fall short.

  12. فَسَتَأتيكَ مِدحَةٌ مِن كَريمٍ

    نالَهُ مِن نَدى سِجالِكَ باعُ

    So a poem of praise will come to you from a noble man

    whom an armspan of your buckets' bounty has reached.