1. نَبَّهتَ مِنّي يا أَبا الغَيداقِ

    أَصَمَّ لا يَسمَعُ صَوتَ الراقي

    You have roused within me, O Abu al-Ghaydaq,

    a deaf one who cannot hear the charmer's voice:

  2. صِلَّ صَفاً مُلَعَّنَ البُصاقِ

    ريقَتُهُ تَهزَأُ بِالدِرياقِ

    a rock-dwelling asp, its spittle accursed,

    whose saliva mocks the antidote.

  3. كَأَنَّهُ أُمَّ مِنَ الإِطراقِ

    تَلقى الرِجالُ عِندَهُ المَلاقي

    As though brain-wounded, so bowed is its head;

    men meet dire ordeals before it.

  4. يَنظُرُ مِن عَينٍ بِلا حِملاقِ

    إِن نامَ لا يَكلَؤُها بِماقِ

    It gazes through an eye without an eyelid;

    if it sleeps, it shields it with no eye-corner.

  5. آثارُهُ في القورِ وَالبُراقِ

    تَستَوقِفُ الرَكبَ عَنِ الإِعناقِ

    Its tracks on rocky hills and stony flats

    halt the riders in their swift advance.

  6. يَشُمُّ مِنكَ مَوضِعَ النِطاقِ

    بِوَخزَةٍ مِن ذَرِبِ حَذّاقِ

    It sniffs out where your girdle lies,

    with a stab from a keen, cutting fang,

  7. يَكتُمُهُ في هَرِتِ الأَشداقِ

    لَيُّكَ مِن حَديدَةِ الحَلّاقِ

    which it conceals within its gaping jaws.

    You recoil from the barber's blade.

  8. تَرى عَلى اللَبّاتِ وَالتَراقي

    إِهالَةً مِن سُمِّهِ المُراقِ

    You see on throat-hollows and collarbones

    a greasy coating of its outpoured venom.

  9. مِثلَ القَذى لَجلَجَ في المَآقي

    يَنحُبُ بِالماضي جَنانَ الباقي

    Like a mote shifting within the eye-corners,

    it makes the survivor's heart sob for the departed.

  10. رِزقُكَ أَدَّتهُ يَدُ الخَلّاقِ

    لَكِنَّهُ مُرٌّ مِنَ الأَرزاقِ

    Your portion, delivered by the Creator's hand,

    but a bitter one among allotted portions.

  11. قَد حانَ إِلّا أَن يَقيهِ الواقي

    مَنِ اِبتَغى جَهلاً بِما يُلاقي

    His hour has come, unless a protector shields him:

    whoever seeks, ignorant of what awaits him,

  12. تَجرِبَةُ السَيفِ عَلى الأَعناقِ

    أَلَم يَعُقكَ اليَومَ عَنّي عاقِ

    to test the sword upon necks.

    Did no hindrance keep you from me today,

  13. حَتّى لَقيتَ أُذُنَي عَناقِ

    سَوفَ أُغَنّي بِكَ في الرِفاقِ

    till you met 'the she-kid's two ears'—a calamity?

    I shall sing of you among traveling companions,

  14. حَدواً كَحَدوِ البُدنِ بِالقَياقي

    مُحَمِّلاً غَوارِبَ النِياقِ

    a driving-song like that for great camels across barren plains,

    loading the she-camels' withers

  15. مِن لاذِعاتِ الكَلِمِ البَواقي

    نَهزاً سَيُجليها إِلى العِراقِ

    with stinging words that will endure:

    a goading that will drive them on to Iraq.

  16. إِنّي اِرتَقَيتُ بَعدَ ضُعفِ الساقِ

    رَوابِياً مُزلِقَةَ المَراقي

    I have indeed climbed, after my leg's weakness,

    heights whose climbing paths are slippery.

  17. أَهدَفتُ لِلإِرعادِ وَالإِبراقِ

    نُصبَ مَسيلِ العارِضِ البَعّاقِ

    I stood exposed to thunder and lightning,

    facing the flood-course of the downpouring cloud.

  18. تَرقَعُ عِرضاً مِنكَ ذا اِنخِراقِ

    كَما رَفَدتَ النَعلَ بِالطِراقِ

    You patch your tattered reputation,

    as you reinforced a sandal with an added sole.

  19. حَذارِ مِن مَذروبَةٍ ذِلاقِ

    تَرفَعُ عَنكَ جانِبَ الرَواقِ

    Beware a whetted, keen-edged satire,

    that lifts the curtain's edge away from you:

  20. هَواجِماً مَقطوعَةَ الرِباقِ

    حَتّى عَلى الآذانِ وَالأَحداقِ

    onslaughts with their tethers severed,

    even upon ears and eyes,

  21. تَنتَزِعُ الأُصولَ بِالأَعراقِ

    يَلجا بِها الحُرُّ إِلى الإِباقِ

    tearing out the rootstocks, roots and all.

    Before them, the freeborn flee like runaway slaves.

  22. أَعقُدُها مَواضِعَ الأَطواقِ

    لَها عَلى الأَعناقِ وَسمَ باقِ

    I bind them where collars are worn;

    they leave a lasting brand upon the necks,

  23. مِثلَ وُسومِ الإِبِلِ المَناقي

    نَزيعَةٌ مِن جَلَبِ العِراقِ

    like the brands upon well-fattened camels.

    A foreign captive from Iraq's traded stock,

  24. تُقنى لِغَيرِ الشَمِّ وَالعِناقِ

    تُميطُها وَهيَ إِلى اِلتِصاقِ

    kept for other than smelling and embracing.

    You push it away, yet it clings fast;

  25. لا تُقلِعُ القوباءُ بِالأَرياقِ

    عَجَّت لِأَعراضِكُمُ الأَخلاقِ

    ringworm does not come off with spittle.

    They have clamored against your threadbare reputations.

  26. أَفلُقُ في جَماجِمٍ أَفلاقِ

    وَأُجهِزُ اليَومَ عَلى أَرماقِ

    I cleave the skulls of cunning men,

    and today finish off the last remnants of life.

  27. لا تَأمَنِ النارَ عَلى الإِحراقِ

    هَذا وَنَبلي لَكَ في الإيفاقِ

    Never trust fire not to burn.

    All this, while my arrows for you are only being nocked—

  28. فَكَيفَ بَعدَ النَزعِ وَالإِغراقِ

    what, then, when I draw the bow and pull it to the full?