1. نَعُدُّ حُصوناً كلَّ دِرْع وَمِغْفرِ

    وتَعدو المنايا في عَرينِ الغَضَنْفرِ

    We reckon every shield and helmet a fortress,

    yet death itself assails the lion in his lair.

  2. وإحدى بناتِ الدَّهرِ تَنْسِفُ أُحْدَهُ

    وتَهدِم بالتدمِيرِ بنُيانَ تَدْمُرِ

    One of Time’s daughters blasts away his very Mount Uhud

    and utterly destroys the edifice of Tadmor.

  3. نَبَا نَابُ عادٍ وهْو كالليْثِ عادِياً

    ومَاتَتْ مُنى كِسْرَى الملوكِ وقيْصَرِ

    The fang of ʿĀd proved blunt, though it charged like a lion,

    and the hopes of Khosrow, king of kings, and Caesar died.

  4. وما دَرأَتْ عن تُبَّعٍ تُبَّعٌ له

    صروفَ الرَّدَى الجاري على كلِّ قَسْوَرِ

    No retinue of his could ward off from a Tubbaʿ

    the assaults of death that overtake every lion.

  5. أصمَّ وأصمَى ثُغرةَ الثَّغْرِ حادِثٌ

    تحدِّثُنا عنه الثِّقاتُ فَنَمْتَرِي

    A calamity deafened all ears and mortally struck the frontier’s breach;

    trusted witnesses tell us of it, yet still we doubt.

  6. هو البحرُ في ذا الخطبِ أعطاك دُرَّهُ

    فُقْل للّسانِ اِنْظِمْ وللدمِعِ فاِنثُرِ

    This catastrophe is a sea that has given you its pearl;

    so tell the tongue, “String it,” and the tear, “Scatter it.”

  7. أَجَدّكَ بِزَّ الدهرُ شُهْبَ بُزَاتِهِ

    وعزّ معزَّ الدولةِ اِبن المُظفَّرِ

    Can it truly be? Time has seized the radiant among its falcons—

    and the glory of Muʿizz al-Dawla, son of al-Muzaffar,

  8. أَعزَّ من اِقتادَ الخَميسَ إِلَى الوَغَى

    وأَكرمَ من يُدْعى له فْوقَ مِنْبَرِ

    the mightiest man ever to lead an army into battle,

    and the noblest ever to be invoked in prayer from a pulpit.

  9. تلثم حياءً يا زمان من العلا

    مَضيتَ بمعروفٍ وجِئتَ بمُنْكَرِ

    Veil your face in shame, O Time, before such lofty glory:

    you departed bearing Right and returned bearing Wrong.

  10. مَضيتَ فما للأرضِ بعدَكَ لم تَمِدْ

    وما لسماءِ المجدِ لَم تتَفَطَّرِ

    You are gone—why, after you, did the earth not quake?

    Why did the heaven of glory not split asunder?

  11. بعثتُ بها مشقُوقَةَ الجْيبِ ثاكِلاً

    وإنْ فَتَقَتْ رِيح العزَاءِ بعَنبرِ

    I sent her forth with collar rent, while I was bereaved,

    though the breeze of consolation scented her with ambergris.