هَجوي عَلى عَرضِكَ لَو تَدري

هَجوي عَلى عَرضِكَ لَو تَدري

أَجسَرُ مِن مَوتٍ عَلى غَمري

أَجسَرُ مِن مَوتٍ عَلى غَمري

My satire against your honor, if you only knew,

If you knew I mock your honor

Is bolder than death against an untried man.

More daring than death is my poem

فَلا تُطِع مِن بَعدِها غِرَّةً

فَلا تُطِع مِن بَعدِها غِرَّةً

إِن هِيَ دَلَّتكَ عَلى ذِكري

إِن هِيَ دَلَّتكَ عَلى ذِكري

So henceforth do not heed false confidence,

So heed it not if it angers you

Should it prompt you to mention me.

For it reminds you of my verse

فَلَيسَ يُستَبقى سِبالُ اِمرِئٍ

فَلَيسَ يُستَبقى سِبالُ اِمرِئٍ

إِذا جَرى في شِعرِهِ شِعري

إِذا جَرى في شِعرِهِ شِعري

For no man's whiskers are spared

A man's poetry cannot be erased

When my verse runs through his hair.

If my poems flow through his