لما رأى أمَّهُ نُهبَى مقسَّمةً

لما رأى أمَّهُ نُهبَى مقسَّمةً

يجري الهجاءُ بها في كل ميدانِ

يجري الهجاءُ بها في كل ميدانِ

When he saw his mother as plunder, parceled out,

When he saw his mother insulted

with satire racing with her in every arena,

And slandered in every gathering,

أحرجْتُهُ فهجاني غيرَ منتصرٍ

أحرجْتُهُ فهجاني غيرَ منتصرٍ

لا سابقٌ من مجاراتي ولا ثان

لا سابقٌ من مجاراتي ولا ثان

I cornered him, so he lampooned me without prevailing—

I shamed him, so he raged at me, powerless,

neither first in vying with me, nor second.

With no rival to match my verses.

أظهرتُ في شعره من ضعف مُنته

أظهرتُ في شعره من ضعف مُنته

خِزياً أعضَّ له من هتكِ بوران

خِزياً أعضَّ له من هتكِ بوران

I exposed in his verse, through the weakness of his powers,

I revealed in my poetry his feeble nature

a disgrace more biting to him than the dishonoring of Buran.

A disgrace that stung deeper than stripping his honor.