إذا ابن جميل مشى خلتنا

إذا ابن جميل مشى خلتنا

تموج بنا إن مشى زلزله

تموج بنا إن مشى زلزله

When Ibn Jamil walks, I imagine us

If the handsome son walks, we sway

tossed by an earthquake whenever he walks.

As if an earthquake shook us when he strides

تميل به الأرض في مشيه

تميل به الأرض في مشيه

ويشبه آخره أوّله

ويشبه آخره أوّله

The earth tilts beneath him as he walks,

The earth tilts beneath his gait

and his rear resembles his front.

His ending resembles his beginning

ولو حملت كفّه خردلا

ولو حملت كفّه خردلا

لما ضاع من كفّه خردله

لما ضاع من كفّه خردله

And even if his palm held mustard seeds,

If he carried a mustard seed in his palm

not one mustard seed would be lost from his palm.

None would be lost from his hand

ولو كانت الأرض نطيقة

ولو كانت الأرض نطيقة

لقالت من الجهد ما أثقله

لقالت من الجهد ما أثقله

And if the earth could speak,

If the ground could speak

it would say from the strain, "How heavy he is!"

It would complain of the burden of his weight

أخوه صغير ولكنّه

أخوه صغير ولكنّه

من الكيس أحرك من قلقله

من الكيس أحرك من قلقله

His brother is small, but he

His younger brother is small but

is, out of cleverness, more restless than a rattle.

Shrewder than the tinkling anklet

وهذا يرى إن بدا مقبلا

وهذا يرى إن بدا مقبلا

فللنّاس من مشيه ولوله

فللنّاس من مشيه ولوله

And if this one is seen approaching,

When this one appears, people sway

the people wail at the way he walks.

From his walk though he makes no effort

ولا ذنب عندي لهذا الفقيه

ولا ذنب عندي لهذا الفقيه

سوى قربه منه إذ حنبله

سوى قربه منه إذ حنبله

And I find no fault with this jurist,

I find no fault in this scholar

except his closeness to him when he made him a Hanbali.

Except his kinship, now the vein is opened