أَعَلَيَّagainst me? يُقدِمُhe dares advance عُتبَةُʿUtbah المُستَحلِقُthe shaven-arsed one
أَعَلَيَّ يُقدِمُ عُتبَةُ المُستَحلِقُ
هَيهاتَfar from it! يَطلُبُhe seeks شَأوَthe pace of مَنone who لاnot يُلحَقُcan be overtaken
هَيهاتَ يَطلُبُ شَأوَ مَن لا يُلحَقُ
Does ʿUtbah, the shaven-arsed one, dare advance against me?
Does Utbah the barber presume to insult me?
Impossible! He seeks to match the pace of one none can catch.
Absurd! One so wretched seeks my disfavor?
كَمhow many حَلقِa head of أَيرٍa cock لَمdid not يَكُنbe لَكَto you ظالِماًunjust
كَم حَلقِ أَيرٍ لَم يَكُن لَكَ ظالِماً
قَدalready باتَspent the night وَهوَwhile it بِحَلقِat the mouth of جُحرِكَyour hole يَخفِقُthrobs
قَد باتَ وَهوَ بِحَلقِ جُحرِكَ يَخفِقُ
How many a cock's head, which had done you no wrong,
How many a shorn scalp have I never wronged?
has spent the night throbbing at the mouth of your hole!
He slept while in fear for his burrow quivering.
لَوif كُنتَyou were تَعلَمُto know ياO مُخَنَّثُeffeminate man طائِلاًanything worthwhile
لَو كُنتَ تَعلَمُ يا مُخَنَّثُ طائِلاً
لَعَلِمتَyou would surely know أَنَّكَthat you are فيin هِجائيlampooning me أَحمَقُa fool
لَعَلِمتَ أَنَّكَ في هِجائي أَحمَقُ
If you knew anything worthwhile, you effeminate man,
If you but knew, you misshapen fool,
you would know you are a fool to lampoon me.
You’d know in my satire you are stupid.
فَلتَعلَمَنso you shall surely learn حِرُthe cunt of أُمِّthe mother of مَنwhom وَإِهابُand the hide of مَنwhom
فَلتَعلَمَن حِرُ أُمِّ مَن وَإِهابُ مَن
وَقَديمُand the past of مَنwhom وَحَديثُand the present of مَنwhom يَتَمَزَّقُis torn apart
وَقَديمُ مَن وَحَديثُ مَن يَتَمَزَّقُ
Then you shall surely learn whose mother's cunt and whose hide,
So know the free mother who bore you, whose tribe you are,
and whose past and whose present, are being torn apart.
Whose ancient line and whose new line will be torn apart.
لَجَّجتَyou plunged deep فيinto بَحريmy sea فَناكَso may he fuck عَجوزَهُhis old mother
لَجَّجتَ في بَحري فَناكَ عَجوزَهُ
مَنwhoever كانَwas فيin شَكٍّdoubt بِأَنَّكَabout the fact that you تَغرَقُwould drown
مَن كانَ في شَكٍّ بِأَنَّكَ تَغرَقُ
You plunged deep into my sea; may he fuck his old mother—
You dared to plunge in my sea and so perished there,
whoever doubted that you would drown.
He who doubts it, knows you will drown.
وَاللَهِby God لَوif أَلصَقتَyou attached نَفسَكَyourself بِالغَراwith glue
وَاللَهِ لَو أَلصَقتَ نَفسَكَ بِالغَرا
فيinto كَلبَKalb لَاِستَيقَنتَyou would be certain أَنَّكَthat you are مُلصَقُa pasted-on outsider
في كَلبَ لَاِستَيقَنتَ أَنَّكَ مُلصَقُ
By God, if you glued yourself
By God, if you clung to pride itself
into Kalb, you would know for certain you were a pasted-on outsider.
Like a dog, you’d find yourself still clinging.
دَعleave alone مَعشَريmy clan لاno مَعشَرٌclan لَكَfor you إِنَّنيindeed I
دَع مَعشَري لا مَعشَرٌ لَكَ إِنَّني
مِنfrom خَلفِهِمbehind them وَأَمامِهِمand before them لَكَfor you موبِقُa destroyer
مِن خَلفِهِم وَأَمامِهِم لَكَ موبِقُ
Leave my clan alone—you have no clan—for I
Leave my company, you have no company, for I
am your destroyer, behind them and before them.
In front and behind will ruin you.
كَمhow often نادَمَتcaroused with أَسيافُناour swords أَرماحَهُمtheir spears
كَم نادَمَت أَسيافُنا أَرماحَهُم
بَينَamong الجُيوشِthe armies عَلىover دَمٍblood يَتَرَقرَقُthat ripples
بَينَ الجُيوشِ عَلى دَمٍ يَتَرَقرَقُ
How often our swords have caroused with their spears
How often amid the armies our swords made them rue
among the armies, over rippling blood!
The blood they spilled as it flowed free.
عُميٌblind men حَدَوكَthey drove you on إِلَيَّtoward me أَيُّwhat a عَجيبَةٍmarvel
عُميٌ حَدَوكَ إِلَيَّ أَيُّ عَجيبَةٍ
أَعمىa blind man دَليلُa guide to هُدىًthe right path وَأَخرَسُand a mute يَنطِقُspeaks
أَعمى دَليلُ هُدىً وَأَخرَسُ يَنطِقُ
Blind men drove you toward me—what a marvel:
Blindness led you to me - how strange!
a blind man guides the way, and a mute speaks!
A blind guide, a mute man who speaks!
قولواspeak فَلَستُمfor you are not ضائِرِيَّharming me وَأَنتُمُand you are
قولوا فَلَستُم ضائِرِيَّ وَأَنتُمُ
نَسلُoffspring of البَغاياwhores تَكذِبونَyou lie وَأَصدُقُand I speak the truth
نَسلُ البَغايا تَكذِبونَ وَأَصدُقُ
Speak, for you do me no harm, and you are
Say you have not harmed me, while you
the offspring of whores; you lie, and I speak the truth.
Sons of whores lie, and I speak true.