مَن يَتَجَرَّم لي المَناطِقَ ظالِماً

مَن يَتَجَرَّم لي المَناطِقَ ظالِماً

فَيَجرِ إِلى شَأوٍ بَعيدٍ وَيَسبَحِ

فَيَجرِ إِلى شَأوٍ بَعيدٍ وَيَسبَحِ

Whoever unjustly finds fault with my words—

Whoever aggresses against me in ignorance

let him run toward a distant goal and gallop—

Will come to great harm and regret it deeply

يَكُن كَالحُبارى إِن أُصيبَت فَمِثلُها

يَكُن كَالحُبارى إِن أُصيبَت فَمِثلُها

أُصيبَ وَإِن تُفلِت مِنَ الصَقرِ تَسلَحِ

أُصيبَ وَإِن تُفلِت مِنَ الصَقرِ تَسلَحِ

will be like the bustard: if it is struck, so too

Like a partridge when struck they will be

is he struck; and if it escapes the falcon, it voids its dung.

Wounded like them, and if they're spared by fate armed they will be

كَعَوفِ اِبنِ شَمّاسٍ يُرَشِّحُ شِعرَهُ

كَعَوفِ اِبنِ شَمّاسٍ يُرَشِّحُ شِعرَهُ

إِلَيَّ أَسِدّي يا مَنِيَّ وَأَسجِحي

إِلَيَّ أَسِدّي يا مَنِيَّ وَأَسجِحي

Like ʿAwf son of Shammās, who readies his verse

Like Ibn Shammas’ dove oiling its feathers

against me. Aim true, O Death, and be gentle.

Lioness of Asad, yearn for me and roar for me