ما وَلَدَتكُم قُرومٌ مِن بَني أَسَدِ

ما وَلَدَتكُم قُرومٌ مِن بَني أَسَدِ

وَلا هُصَيصٌ وَلا تَيمٌ وَلا عُمَرُ

وَلا هُصَيصٌ وَلا تَيمٌ وَلا عُمَرُ

No chieftains of the sons of Asad begot you,

No Quraysh tribe gave birth to you, nor Hudhayl, nor Taym, nor 'Umar,

Nor Huṣayṣ, nor Taym, nor ʿUmar,

Nor 'Adiyy, Ibn Ka'b's son. Their lineage

وَلا عَدِيُّ اِبنُ كَعبٍ إِنَّ صَبغَتَها

وَلا عَدِيُّ اِبنُ كَعبٍ إِنَّ صَبغَتَها

كَالهُندُوانِيِّ لا رَثٌّ وَلا دَإِرُ

كَالهُندُوانِيِّ لا رَثٌّ وَلا دَإِرُ

Nor ʿAdī son of Kaʿb; indeed, its hue

Is pure as Indian swords - no rust or damage.

Is like an Indian sword, neither worn nor rusty.

Yet you're a slave to Qayn - a heartless man

وَأَنتَ عَبدٌ لِقَينٍ لا فُؤادَ لَهُ

وَأَنتَ عَبدٌ لِقَينٍ لا فُؤادَ لَهُ

مِن آلِ شَجعٍ هُناكَ اللَومُ وَالخَوَرُ

مِن آلِ شَجعٍ هُناكَ اللَومُ وَالخَوَرُ

And you are a slave to a smith who has no heart,

Of Shijaa's line. Blame and disgrace await him there.

Of the house of Shajʿ; there lie blame and weakness.

For it is clear, as clear as the rising moon,

وَقَد تَبَيَّنَ في شِجعٍ وِلادَتُكُم

وَقَد تَبَيَّنَ في شِجعٍ وِلادَتُكُم

كَما تَبَيَّنَ أَنّى يَطلُعُ القَمَرُ

كَما تَبَيَّنَ أَنّى يَطلُعُ القَمَرُ

And your birth among Shijʿ has become clear,

That you are not from Shijaa's noble line.

Just as it is clear where the moon rises.