1. أتيتُ ابنَ عمروٍ فصادفتهُ

    مريضَ الخلائق مُلتاثَها

    I came to Ibn ʿAmr and found him

    sick in character, his dispositions disordered.

  2. فظلَّتْ جيادي على بابِه

    تَروثُ وتأكل أرواثَها

    So my steeds lingered at his door,

    dropping dung and eating their own droppings,

  3. غوارثَ تشكو إلى ربها

    أطال السَبِيعيُّ إغراثَها

    famished, complaining to their master:

    al-Sabīʿī had prolonged their hunger.

  4. فأقبلتُ أدعو على نفسه

    بأن يَقْسِم الموتُ ميراثَها

    So I began calling down curses on him,

    that Death might divide his estate.

  5. وقد قيلَ ما قولةٌ قالها

    فقلت لهم رَوثةٌ راثَها

    And when asked, 'What was that utterance he made?'

    I told them, 'A turd he dropped.'

  6. لقد ماثَ من جَعْسِهِ عِترَةً

    فأسعطتهُ بالتي ماثَها

    He had mixed a musk pellet from his shit,

    so I dosed his nose with what he had mixed.

  7. وأما القوافي فقلَّبتُها

    وأخرجتُ للعبد أرفاثَها

    And as for the rhymes, I turned them over,

    and brought out their obscenities for the slave.

  8. قَوافٍ أبى الوَغْدُ إبريزَهَا

    فأخلصتُ للوغد أخباثَها

    Rhymes whose pure gold the churl refused,

    so I singled out their dross for the churl.

  9. أوابِدُ قد خيَّستْ قبلَهُ

    كهولَ الرجال وأحداثَها

    Wild beasts of verse that, before him, had subdued

    men, mature and young alike.

  10. إذا نزلتْ في ديار العُتا

    ةِ كانت من الضيق أجداثَها

    When they descended on the tyrants' dwellings,

    those dwellings, in their straitness, became their graves.

  11. فكم حَطْمةٍ حَطَمَ الشعر في

    هِ ثَمَّ وكم عَيْثةٍ عاثَها

    How many a crushing blow poetry dealt to—

    him there, and how much havoc it wrought!

  12. ولا جُرمَ لي أن أساءت جَنا

    ةُ مزرعةٍ كان حَرَّاثَها

    And I bear no guilt for harm done by the harvest

    of a field whose ploughman he was.

  13. ولا ذنبَ للنار في سَفعةٍ

    إذا هو أصبحَ محراثَها

    And fire bears no blame for a scorch mark,

    when he himself has become its poker.

  14. وليس القوافي جنتْ بل جنَيْـ

    ـتَ أنت تعسفتَ أوعاثَها

    And it was not the rhymes that sinned; rather, you sinned—

    you, who blindly traversed their rough terrain.

  15. نكثتَ مرائرَ ذاك المديـ

    ـح جهلاً فقُلِّدتَ أنكاثَها

    You untwisted the stout cords of that praise—

    in ignorance, and were garlanded with their unraveled strands.