رسالة المسجد الأَقصى إلى المسلمين — Adnan Alnahwi

أنا المسجدُ الأَقصى ! وهذي المرابعُ

بقايا ! وذكرى ! والأَسى والفواجعُ

I am Al-Aqsa Mosque! And these grounds

Are remnants, remembrance, sorrow, and calamities!

لقد كنتُ بين المؤمنين وديعةً

على الدّهرِ ما هبّوا إِليَّ وسارعوا

I was indeed a trust among the believers,

Through the ages, as long as they rallied and hastened to me.

يَضمُّون أَحناءً عليًّ وأعْيُناً

وتحرُسني مِنْهم سيوفٌ قواطعُ

They enfolded me with their bodies and eyes,

And keen-edged swords of theirs guarded me.

زُحوفٌ مع الأَيامِ موصولةُ العُرا

فترتجُّ من عزْم الزُّحوف المرابع

Advancing hosts, their bonds unbroken through the days,

So the grounds shook at the resolve of those hosts.

إِذا أعوزَ القومَ السلاحُ تواثُبوا

تجودُ قُلوبٌ بالوفا وأضالعُ

When the people lacked weapons, they sprang forward;

Hearts and ribs lavished their loyalty.

وعَهْدٌ مع الله العليِّ يشدُّهُ

يقينٌ بأنَّ المرءَ لله راجِعُ

And a covenant with God Most High was bound fast

By certainty that a person returns to God,

وأنّ جِنانَ الخُلد بالحقّ تُجْتَلَى

وبالدَّم تُجْلَى ساحةٌ ووقائِعُ

And that the gardens of eternity are beheld through truth,

And with blood a battlefield and battles are laid bare.

مواكبُ نورٍ يملأ الدهرَ زحْفُها

فيُشرقُ منها غَيْهَبٌ ومطالِعُ

Processions of light, whose march filled the ages,

So deep darkness and dawn-horizons shone through them.

وتَنشُرُ في الدنيا رسالةَ ربِّها

فَتُصغِيْ لها في الخافِقَين المسامعُ

And they spread their Lord's message throughout the world,

So ears in East and West listened to it.

وتنشُرُ أنداءً وتَسْكُبُ وابلاً

فتخضّرُّ ساحاتٌ ذَوَتْ وبَلاقعُ

And they scattered dewdrops and poured down torrential rain,

So withered grounds and barren wastes turned green.

فما بالُ قومي اليوم غابُوا وَغُيِّبوا

وما عادَ في الآفاقِ منهمْ طلائعُ

So what ails my people today, that they have vanished and been made to vanish?

And no vanguards of theirs remain on the horizons.

وما بال قومي بدَّلوا ساحَةَ الوغى

فغابَتْ ميادينٌ لهم ومصانِعُ

And what ails my people, that they have exchanged the field of battle,

So their battlefields and factories have vanished?

وما بَالُهمْ تَاهوا عن الدرب،ويَحَهمْ !

فجالتْ بهم أهواؤهمْ و المطامعُ

And what ails them, that they have strayed from the path—woe to them!

So their whims and greed have swept them to and fro.

فغابَ نداءٌ ما أجلَّ عَطاءَه

تُردّدُهُ في كل أفقٍ مجامِعُ

So a call has vanished—how noble its bounty!

Gatherings used to echo it on every horizon.

وكانتْ ميادينُ الشّهادةِ ساحَهم

فصارَ لَهُمْ ملءَ الدّيارِ مَرَاتعُ

And the fields of martyrdom were their arena,

So now their grazing grounds fill the lands.

وفي كلِّ يومٍ مَهْرَجَانٌ يَضُمُّني

وتَنْدُبُني بين القصيد المدامِعُ

And every day a festival features me,

And tearful eyes lament me amid the poetry.

وكانت دماءُ المؤمنين غنيّةً

تُصَبُّ وأرواحُ الشهودِ تدافِعُ

And the believers' blood was rich,

Poured out while the souls of witnesses fought in defense.

فأصبَحْتُ ، يا ويحي ،أَحاديثَ مَجْلسٍ

وأدمعَ بكَّاءٍ حَوتْه المضاجِعُ

So I have become—alas for me—the talk of a gathering,

And tears of a weeper whom beds hold.

وكان يُدوّي في الميادين جولةٌ

فصارَ يُدوّي بالشعاراتِ ذائعُ

And once a round of fighting thundered across the battlefields,

Now a widely heard voice thunders with slogans.

وَكمْ كنْتُ أَرجو أن تكون دُموعُهمْ

دِماءً تُرَوّى مِن غِناها البَلاقِعُ

And how often I hoped their tears would become

Blood, with whose richness the barren wastes are watered!

أَيذْبَحُني أهُلي ويَبكونَ بَعْدَها

عليَّ ؟ ! لقد سَاءتْ بذاك الصنائِعُ

Do my own people slaughter me, then weep

Over me? Such deeds are truly vile!

فَكَمْ تاجرٍ أَلقى بِلَحْميَ سِلْعَةً

وقَدْ عَزَّ في الأسواقِ منها البَضائِعُ

How many a merchant has offered my flesh as merchandise,

And such wares have grown scarce in the markets.

فهذا يُنادِي بالتجارة جَهْرَةً

وذاك يُواريه شِعارٌ مخادِعُ

So this one hawks his trade openly,

And that one is hidden by a deceitful slogan.

فغاصُوا جميعاً بِالوُحُولِ وَغُيَّبوا

بتيهٍ ودارَتْ بَيْنَ ذاكَ المصَارعُ

So they all sank into the mire and were made to vanish

In a wilderness, while fatal downfalls unfolded amid it all.

فما أَنا جُدْرانٌ تَدورُ وسَاحَهٌ

ولكنّني أُفْقٌ غَنيُّ وواسِعُ

For I am not just a ring of walls and a courtyard,

But I am a rich and vast horizon.

يَمُدُّ لِيَ الآفاقَ وحيُ رسالةٍ

وحَبْلٌ متينٌ للمنازِلِ جامِعُ

The revelation of a message extends my horizons,

And a strong cord binds the dwellings together.

رياضٌ يَرِفُّ الطيبُ منها وتَغْتَني

مِنَ الطّيب سَاحَاتٌ بها ومَرَابعُ

Gardens from which fragrance wafts, enriching

With fragrance the courtyards and grounds within them.

فِمنْ مُهْجَةِ الإِسْلام مَكّةَ خفقتي

ومِنْ طيبَةٍ وحيٌ إلى الحقِّ دافعُ

For my heartbeat comes from Mecca, Islam's heart,

And from Taybah comes revelation urging toward truth.

ومن كلِّ دارٍ مِنَبرٌ ومآذِنٌ

بيوتٌ تدَوِّي بالنّداء جَوامِعُ

And from every land, a pulpit and minarets,

Houses resounding with the call—congregational mosques.

قُلوبٌ لها خفقُ الحياةِ وأضْلُعٌ

تجيشُ وآمالٌ غَلَتْ وَوَدائِعُ

Hearts with the beat of life, and ribs

That surge, and hopes that seethe, and trusts.

تظلُّ عُروقي بالحياةِ غنيَّةً

إذا اتّصلتْ بين الدّيار الشرائِعُ

My veins remain rich with life

When sacred laws are linked across the lands.

وأَيُّ حَياةٍ دونَ ذلك تُرْتَجى

إذا انتزَعْتني مِنْ ضُلوعي المطَامِعُ

And what life can be hoped for without that,

If greed tears me from my own ribs?

ونادَى مُنادٍ حَسْبُنَا كِسرةٌ هنا

ونَادَى سِوَاهُ نَرْتَجي ونُصانِعُ

And a crier called: 'A crust here is enough for us,'

And another called: 'We hope, and we curry favor.'

وطافتْ على الدُّنيا الهزائمُ كلُّها

شعارٌ يُدَوّي أو ذليلٌ وضارعُ

And all the defeats swept across the world:

A thundering slogan, or one humbled and one pleading.

تَشُدُّ عليَّ اليوْمَ قبْضَةُ مُجْرِمِ

وَيَجْتَالُني مَكرٌ لهُ وأصابعُ

Today a criminal's grip tightens upon me,

And his cunning and fingers carry me off.

وفي كلّ يوم ، وَيْحَ نَفْسي، مَسَارحٌ

تُدَارُ وأَهْواءٌ عَليْها تَنازَعً

And every day—woe to my soul—there are theaters

Being run, with passions contending upon them.

تُدَارُ خيوطُ المكْر خَلْفَ ستارها

ىوتُعْلَنُ آمالُ عَليْها لَوامِعُ

The threads of cunning are worked behind their curtain,

And gleaming hopes are proclaimed upon them.

ويَطْوِي عَلى هُوْنٍ أسايَ وذِلتي

شِعَارٌ يُدَوّي أو أمانٍ روائعُ

And my sorrow and abasement are folded away in disgrace

By a thundering slogan or splendid wishes.

تُمزَّقَ أَوصَالي وتُنْزَعُ مُهْجتي

ويُطلَبُ نَصْرٌ والنُّفوس خَواضِعُ

My limbs are torn apart, and my heart is wrenched out,

And victory is sought while souls are submissive.

يقولون " تحريرٌ " ويُجْرون صَفْقَةً

عَليْها شُهودٌ ضِامنون وبائعُ

They say 'Liberation,' yet strike a bargain

With witnesses guaranteeing it, and a seller.

يقولون " تقرير المصير " ! وإنّه

لَتدميرُ آمالٍ : فَمُعْطٍ ومانِعُ

They say 'Self-determination'! Yet it

Is truly the destruction of hopes: one gives, another withholds.

يفاوضُ فيه الشاةَ ذئبٌ وثعلبٌ

وقد مَهَّدَتْ عَبْر السنينَ الوقائعُ

A wolf and a fox negotiate with the sheep over it,

And events have paved the way through the years.

يقولونَ : أهلُ الدار أدرى بِحالِها

وأين هُمُ ؟ ! إني إلى الله ضارعُ

They say: 'The people of the land know its condition best.'

And where are they? Truly, I plead to God.

وأهليْ ! وما أهلي سوى أُمَّةٍ لها

من الله عزمٌ في الميادين جامع

And my people! My people are none but a nation with

God-given resolve that unites them on the battlefields,

وصفٌّ يشدُّ المؤمنين جميعهُم

كأَنَّهُمُ البُنْيانُ : عالٍ ومانعُ

And a rank binding all the believers together,

As though they were a lofty, impregnable edifice.

إذا لمْ تَقُمْ في الأرض أمَّةُ أَحمدٍ

فكلِّ الذي يُرْجَى عَلى السّاحِ ضائعُ

If the nation of Ahmad does not rise on earth,

Then everything hoped for in the arena is lost.

حنانيكَ يا أَقصَى ! حنانَيك كُلَّما

خَطَرْتَ وشدَّتني إليكَ النّوازعُ

Have mercy, O Al-Aqsa! Have mercy whenever

You cross my mind and longings draw me toward you.