1. إِذا مِسمَعٌ أَعطَتكَ يَوماً يَمينُهُ

    فَعُدتَ غَداً عادَت عَلَيكَ شِمالُها

    If one day Mismaʿ's right hand gives to you,

    And you return tomorrow, its left gives to you again.

  2. شِمالٌ مِنَ الأَيمانِ عادَت عَطِيَّةً

    يُهانُ وَيُعطى في الحَقائِقِ مالُها

    A left hand among right hands, bestowing a gift anew,

    Its wealth is held cheap and given away in weighty matters.

  3. لَها سورَةٌ كانَ المُعَلّى بَنى لَها

    مَكارِمَ ما كانَت يَدانِ تَنالُها

    It has lofty standing; al-Muʿallā had built for it

    Noble honors no pair of hands could attain

  4. مِنَ الناسِ إِلّا مِن قُرَيشٍ وَدارِمٍ

    إِذا سَبَقَ الأَيدي القِصارَ طِوالُها

    Among men, save those of Quraysh and Dārim,

    When their long hands outstripped the short.

  5. أَعِد لي عَطاءً كُنتَ عَوَّدتَني لَهُ

    جَدا دَفقَةً كانَت غِزاراً سِجالُها

    Give me again the gift you had accustomed me to:

    A gushing bounty whose bucketfuls were abundant.

  6. وَرِثتُم عَنِ الجارودِ قِدراً وَجَفنَةً

    كَثيراً إِذا اِحمَرَّ الشِتاءُ عِيالُها

    You inherited from al-Jārūd a cooking-pot and a great bowl,

    With many dependents when winter turns red,

  7. مِنَ السودِ يَحمِلنَ اليَتامى كَأَنَّهُم

    فِراخٌ عَلى الأَوراكِ زُغبٌ حِصالُها

    Among black women carrying orphans, as though they were

    Chicks on the women's hips, their tufts downy.

  8. تَرى النارَ عَن مِثلِ النَعامَةِ حَولَها

    لَها شُطَبٌ تَطفو سِماناً مَحالُها

    You see the fire around it, a pot like an ostrich;

    It holds strips of meat, its fat-laden vertebrae floating.

  9. لَهُ راحَةٌ بَيضاءُ يَندى بَنانُها

    قَليلٌ إِذا اِعتَلَّ البَخيلُ اِعتِلالُها

    He has a white palm whose fingertips are moist;

    Few are its excuses when the miser makes excuses.

  10. فَدونَكَ هَذي مِن ثَنائي فَإِنَّها

    لَها غُرَّةٌ بَيضاءُ باقٍ جَمالُها

    So take this from my praise, for it

    Has a white blaze whose beauty endures.

  11. وَأَنتَ لِعَبدِ القَيسِ سَيفٌ تَسُلُّهُ

    عَلى مَن يُعاديها وَأَنتَ هِلالُها

    And for ʿAbd al-Qays you are a sword she draws

    Against those who oppose her, and you are her crescent moon.