فَإِن تَهدِموا داري فَإِنَّ أَرومَتي

فَإِن تَهدِموا داري فَإِنَّ أَرومَتي

لَها حَسَبٌ لا اِبنَ المَراغَةِ نائِلُه

لَها حَسَبٌ لا اِبنَ المَراغَةِ نائِلُه

So if you demolish my house, my ancestral stock

Though you demolish my house, yet my courtyards

has honor the son of al-Maragha cannot attain.

Have plenty and are not in need of the son of Maraghah

أَبي حَسَبٌ عَودٌ رَفيعٌ وَصَخرَةٌ

أَبي حَسَبٌ عَودٌ رَفيعٌ وَصَخرَةٌ

إِذا قُرِعَت لَم تَستَطِعها مَعاوِلُه

إِذا قُرِعَت لَم تَستَطِعها مَعاوِلُه

My father is ancient, lofty nobility, and a rock

My father is pedigree tall as a palm tree and rock

which, when struck, his pickaxes cannot break.

that if struck cannot be demolished by picks

تَصاغَرتَ يا اِبنَ الكَلبِ لَمّا رَأَيتَني

تَصاغَرتَ يا اِبنَ الكَلبِ لَمّا رَأَيتَني

مَعَ الشَمسِ في صَعبٍ عَزيزٍ مَعاقِلُه

مَعَ الشَمسِ في صَعبٍ عَزيزٍ مَعاقِلُه

You shrank, O son of the dog, when you saw me

You belittled yourself, O son of a dog, when you saw me

beside the sun, on a rugged height whose strongholds are impregnable.

With the sun in rugged mighty fortresses

وَقَد مُنِيَت مِنّي كُلَيبٌ بِضَيغَمٍ

وَقَد مُنِيَت مِنّي كُلَيبٌ بِضَيغَمٍ

ثَقيلٍ عَلى الحُبلى جَريرٍ كَلاكِلُه

ثَقيلٍ عَلى الحُبلى جَريرٍ كَلاكِلُه

And through me Kulayb has been beset by a lion

And you were humiliated by me with a heavy

whose chest weighs heavily upon the pregnant Jarir.

Wounding satire on the pregnant Jareer and his gang

شَتيمُ المُحَيّا لا يُخاتِلُ قِرنَهُ

شَتيمُ المُحَيّا لا يُخاتِلُ قِرنَهُ

وَلَكِنَّهُ بِالصَحصَحانِ يُنازِلُه

وَلَكِنَّهُ بِالصَحصَحانِ يُنازِلُه

Grim-faced, he does not deceive his rival,

Insulting the coward does not diminish his spear

but on the open plain he meets him in combat.

Rather with shouting he is made equal to him

هِزَبرٌ هَريتُ الشَدقِ رِئبالُ غابَةٍ

هِزَبرٌ هَريتُ الشَدقِ رِئبالُ غابَةٍ

إِذا سارَ عَزَّتهُ يَداهُ وَكاهِلُه

إِذا سارَ عَزَّتهُ يَداهُ وَكاهِلُه

A mighty lion, wide of maw, a lion of the thicket,

A snarling wildcat, a sly fox, the leader of a forest

when he strides, his forepaws and shoulders lend him strength.

When his honor moves him, his hands and shoulders move him

عَزيزٌ مِنَ اللائي يُنازِلُ قِرنَهُ

عَزيزٌ مِنَ اللائي يُنازِلُ قِرنَهُ

وَقَد ثَكِلَتهُ أُمُّهُ مَن يُنازِلُه

وَقَد ثَكِلَتهُ أُمُّهُ مَن يُنازِلُه

Mighty among those who confront their rivals,

A mighty one, who matches spears with him

and whoever fights him—his mother has already lost him.

Though his mother has weaned him, who can match him?

وَإِنَّ كُلَيباً إِذ أَتَتني بِعَبدِها

وَإِنَّ كُلَيباً إِذ أَتَتني بِعَبدِها

كَمَن غَرَّهُ حَتّى رَأى المَوتَ باطِلُه

كَمَن غَرَّهُ حَتّى رَأى المَوتَ باطِلُه

And indeed Kulayb, when it came to me with its slave,

When Kulayb brought her slave to me

was like one whose falsehood deceived him until he saw death.

Like one deluded until he sees death is his vanquisher

رَجَوا أَن يَرِدّوا عَن كُلَيبٍ بِدِرعِهِ

رَجَوا أَن يَرِدّوا عَن كُلَيبٍ بِدِرعِهِ

نَوافِذَ ما أَرمي وَما أَنا ناقِلُه

نَوافِذَ ما أَرمي وَما أَنا ناقِلُه

They hoped, with his mail, to ward off from Kulayb

They hoped to turn Kulayb back with his coat of mail

the piercing shafts I hurl and those I send forth.

From my arrows' breaches and I their transporter

عَجِبتُ لِرامي الضَأنِ في حُطَمِيَّةٍ

عَجِبتُ لِرامي الضَأنِ في حُطَمِيَّةٍ

وَفي الدِرعِ عَبدٌ قَد أُصيبَت مَقاتِلُه

وَفي الدِرعِ عَبدٌ قَد أُصيبَت مَقاتِلُه

I marveled at the sheep-pelter in Hutami mail,

I wonder at one who shoots sheep in Hutamiyya

and inside the mail is a slave whose vital spots have been struck.

While in the coat of mail is a slave whose killers have been killed

وَهَل تَلبِسُ الحُبلى السِلاحَ وَبَطنُها

وَهَل تَلبِسُ الحُبلى السِلاحَ وَبَطنُها

إِذا اِنتَطَقَت عِبءٌ عَلَيها تُعادِلُه

إِذا اِنتَطَقَت عِبءٌ عَلَيها تُعادِلُه

And can a pregnant woman wear arms, while her belly,

Can the pregnant put on armor when her belly

when she girds herself, is a burden upon her that she must balance?

If it speaks is a burden she cannot match?

أَفاخَ وَأَلقى الدِرعَ عَنهُ وَلَم أَكُن

أَفاخَ وَأَلقى الدِرعَ عَنهُ وَلَم أَكُن

لِأُلقِيَ دِرعي مِن كَمِيٍّ أُقاتِلُه

لِأُلقِيَ دِرعي مِن كَمِيٍّ أُقاتِلُه

He broke wind and threw off his mail; I would never

He yelped and cast off his coat of mail and I would not

throw off my mail for fear of an armored warrior I fight.

Cast off my shirt for a insignificant one to fight him

أَلَستَ تُرى يا اِبنَ المَراغَةِ صامِتاً

أَلَستَ تُرى يا اِبنَ المَراغَةِ صامِتاً

لِما أَنتَ في أَضعافِ بَطنِكَ حامِلُه

لِما أَنتَ في أَضعافِ بَطنِكَ حامِلُه

Are you not seen silent, O son of al-Maragha,

Do you not see, O son of Maraghah, silent

because of what you carry in the folds of your belly?

For what you carry in your paunch folds

وَقَد عَلِمَ الأَقوامُ حَولي وَحَولَكُم

وَقَد عَلِمَ الأَقوامُ حَولي وَحَولَكُم

بَني الكَلبِ أَنّي رَأسُ عِزٍّ وَكاهِلُه

بَني الكَلبِ أَنّي رَأسُ عِزٍّ وَكاهِلُه

And the peoples around me and around you know,

And the tribes around me and around you

O sons of the dog, that I am glory's head and shoulders.

O Banu Kalb, know I am the top of glory and its shoulder

أَلَم تَعلَموا أَنّي اِبنُ صاحِبَ صَوأَرٍ

أَلَم تَعلَموا أَنّي اِبنُ صاحِبَ صَوأَرٍ

وَعِندي حُساما سَبفِهِ وَحَمائِلُه

وَعِندي حُساما سَبفِهِ وَحَمائِلُه

Did you not know that I am the son of the man of Saw'ar,

Do you not know that I am the son of the lord of Saw'ir

and I have his sword's two cutting edges and its carrying straps?

And with me are swords his scabbards and sheaths

تَرَكنا جَريراً وَهوَ في السوقِ حابِسٌ

تَرَكنا جَريراً وَهوَ في السوقِ حابِسٌ

عَطِيَّةَ هَل يَلقى بِهِ مَن يُبادِلُه

عَطِيَّةَ هَل يَلقى بِهِ مَن يُبادِلُه

We left Jarir in the market, keeping

We left Jarir restrained in the market

Atiyya there—could he find anyone to barter for him?

Will he find one to exchange with him what he missed?