أَشِرَت لَكاعِ وَكانَ عادَتَها

أَشِرَت لَكاعِ وَكانَ عادَتَها

لُؤمٌ إِذا أَشِرَت مَعَ الكُفرِ

لُؤمٌ إِذا أَشِرَت مَعَ الكُفرِ

The vile woman grew insolent; her habit was

The wine cup was passed to her, as was her habit,

baseness whenever she grew insolent, coupled with unbelief.

When drunk, she would curse her God and husband with the unbelievers,

لَعَنَ الإِلَهُ وَزَوجَها مَعَها

لَعَنَ الإِلَهُ وَزَوجَها مَعَها

هِندَ الهُنودِ طَويلَةَ البَظرِ

هِندَ الهُنودِ طَويلَةَ البَظرِ

May God curse her, and her husband with her—

She brought out a dancing girl to Ohud,

Hind of all Hinds, with her long clitoris.

Embracing her lustfully in front of the noble men,

أَخرَجتِ مُرقِصَةً إِلى أُحُدٍ

أَخرَجتِ مُرقِصَةً إِلى أُحُدٍ

في القَومِ مُعنِقَةً عَلى بَكرِ

في القَومِ مُعنِقَةً عَلى بَكرِ

You drove your mount out toward Uhud, making it prance,

A chaste, honorable man who could not be scolded or deterred,

among the host, riding briskly on a young camel:

Your walking stick you lean on to act piously,

بَكرٍ ثَفالٍ لا حَراكَ بِهِ

بَكرٍ ثَفالٍ لا حَراكَ بِهِ

لا عَن مُعاتَبَةٍ وَلا زَجرِ

لا عَن مُعاتَبَةٍ وَلا زَجرِ

a sluggish young camel that would not stir,

Hit the shameless one, naked of virtue,

neither at a reprimand nor at a driving shout.

Her buttocks and vulva ruptured,

وَعَصاكَ إِستُكِ تَتَّقينَ بِها

وَعَصاكَ إِستُكِ تَتَّقينَ بِها

دَقَّ العُجايَةَ عارِيَ الفِهرِ

دَقَّ العُجايَةَ عارِيَ الفِهرِ

And your stick is your arse; with it you ward off

From being penetrated forcefully again and again,

the pounding of the pastern tendon, with the pounding-stone bare.

Her companion tended to her wounds,

قَرِحَت عَجيزَتُها وَمَشرَجُها

قَرِحَت عَجيزَتُها وَمَشرَجُها

مِن نَصِّها نَصّاً عَلى القَهرِ

مِن نَصِّها نَصّاً عَلى القَهرِ

Her buttocks and anus grew sore

Washing them with water and myrtle,

from her driving it hard, by sheer force.

You came visiting eagerly,

ظَلَّت تُداويها زَميلَتُها

ظَلَّت تُداويها زَميلَتُها

بِالماءِ تَنضَحُهُ وَبِالسِدرِ

بِالماءِ تَنضَحُهُ وَبِالسِدرِ

Her companion kept treating her,

On the day of Badr, insulting your father and son,

with water, sprinkling it, and with lote leaves.

And your uncle who was robbed of his armor,

أَقبَلتِ زائِرَةً مُبادِرَةً

أَقبَلتِ زائِرَةً مُبادِرَةً

بِأَبيكِ وَاِبنِكِ يَومَ ذي بَدرِ

بِأَبيكِ وَاِبنِكِ يَومَ ذي بَدرِ

You came roaring, rushing forward,

And your two brothers lying dead in the trench,

for your father and your son, on the day of Badr,

And you forgot your own disgraceful act,

وَبِعَمِّكَ المَسلوبِ بِزَّتَهُ

وَبِعَمِّكَ المَسلوبِ بِزَّتَهُ

وَأَخيكَ مُنعَفِرَينِ في الجَفرِ

وَأَخيكَ مُنعَفِرَينِ في الجَفرِ

and for your uncle, stripped of his clothing,

Oh Hind! Woe to the vileness of fate,

and your brother, both lying dust-covered in the pit.

You returned humiliated, without a tent peg,

وَنَسيتَ فاحِشَةً أَتَيتِ بِها

وَنَسيتَ فاحِشَةً أَتَيتِ بِها

يا هِندُ وَيحَكِ سُبَّةَ الدَهرِ

يا هِندُ وَيحَكِ سُبَّةَ الدَهرِ

And you forgot a shameful deed you committed,

From what you had sought, not even a tent rope,

O Hind, alas for you—a disgrace for all time!

The mother of bastards claimed she gave birth,

فَرَجَعتِ صاغِرَةً بِلا تِرَةٍ

فَرَجَعتِ صاغِرَةً بِلا تِرَةٍ

مِمّا طَلَبتِ بِها وَلا وَترِ

مِمّا طَلَبتِ بِها وَلا وَترِ

So you returned humiliated, without the vengeance

To a small child, who was born of fornication.

you sought through it, and with no blood-debt avenged.

زَعَمَ الوَلائِدُ أَنَّها وَلَدَت

زَعَمَ الوَلائِدُ أَنَّها وَلَدَت

وَلَداً صَغيراً كانَ مِن عَهرِ

وَلَداً صَغيراً كانَ مِن عَهرِ

The slave-girls claimed that she had borne

a little child who was born of fornication.