كيف يرضيك على الضيم المقام — Alhbal

كيفَ يرضيكَ على الضّيم المقامُ

ويُواتيكَ على الذلِّ المنامُ

How can remaining under oppression please you?

And how can sleep come easily to you amid humiliation?

كيفَ أَغضَيتَ وفي العين قَذيً

كيفَ يغذوك شَرابٌ وطَعامُ

How have you shut your eyes while grit lies in the eye?

How can drink and food nourish you?

أيُّ نَفْسٍ حُرّةٍ أذلَلْتَها

لحُطامٍ إنّما الدّنيا حُطامُ

What a free soul you have abased

For scraps—this world is nothing but scraps.

تُقنعُ النَّفسَ بأَدْنى عيشةٍ

في بلادٍ كلّ أَهليها لِئَامُ

You content your soul with the lowest kind of life

In a land whose people are all base.

إنّ هذا العيشَ عيشٌ كَدرٌ

لَيس يرضاهُ الأبيّ المستضام

This life is a murky life;

The proud, oppressed man will not accept it.

في زمانٍ أهلُه زِعنَفَةٌ

هَمَلٌ مَلبوسهُم عابٌ وذامُ

In an age whose people are a rabble,

Strays whose clothing is disgrace and reproach.

أهلُ غدرٍ ليسَ يُرعى فيهمُ

أبداً عَهْدٌ ولا تُوفي ذِمَامُ

Treacherous folk, among whom there is no honoring

Of any covenant, ever, nor fulfillment of obligations.

قد أهِينَتْ عُصَبُ الحقِّ به

وأعزّتْ عُصَبُ النّصبِ ينامُ

The bands of truth have been humiliated in it,

And the bands of hostility were exalted—he sleeps [wording unclear].

كَمْ تغَاضِ طالَ ما قد نالَنا

بينَهم ذلٌّ عظيمٌ واهتضام

How much turning a blind eye! Long have we endured

Great humiliation and oppression among them.

كيفَ ترضى الذلَّ بينهُمُ

أين تلكَ النفس قُل لي يا عِصام

How can you accept humiliation among them?

Where is that soul? Tell me, O Isam.

قد بُلينا باطّراح مثلما

فازَ بالْحظْوةِ عبدٌ وغلامُ

We have been afflicted with rejection, even as

A slave and a boy have won favor.

كم سهامٍ رشقَتْنا فُوَقَتْ

عَن قسيّ الهون تَتْلوها سهامُ

How many arrows, nocked, have struck us,

From the bows of humiliation, with arrows following them!

كم نفوسٍ قد أهانوا حُرّةٍ

هُنّ تبرٌ وسواهنّ رغامُ

How many free souls they have humiliated—

They are raw gold, while all others are dust.

بِعُرى الرَّحمنُ كنْ مُسْتمسكاً

إنّه مَا لِعُرى اللهِ انْفصامُ

Hold fast to the bonds of the Most Merciful;

For God's bonds never break.

ثقْ به في كلّ حالٍ لا يَكُنْ

لكَ بالرَّزقِ احتفال واهتمامَ

Trust in Him in every state; let there be no

Preoccupation or anxiety for you over sustenance.

لا تُؤَمِّل عندَ كربٍ غيرَ مَنْ

لانْفِراج الكَربِ يَدْعوه الأنام

In distress, hope in none but the One

Whom mankind calls upon for relief from distress.

رُبّ كربٍ قد عرا ثم انْجَلى

مِثلما انْجابَ عن الصبّحِ الظَّلامُ

Many a distress has struck, then passed away,

As darkness clears away from dawn.

إنّما الدنيا منامٌ والمنُى

حلمٌ والنّاسُ في الدنيا نيامُ

This world is only sleep, and wishes

Are a dream; the people of this world are asleep.

وإذا ضَاقَت بنا أرضُهُمُ

لم يضق يَا سيّدي مصرٌ وشامُ

And if their land grows too cramped for us,

Egypt and the Levant are not cramped, my lord.

هذه خولان أضحتْ ولها

بكَ دونَ النَّاسِ وجْدٌ وغَرامُ

Here is Khawlan, who has come to feel

Passion and ardent love for you, above all others.

تَتمنّى مِنكَ أدْنى نظْرةٍ

فبها من حِرّةِ الشَّوق أوامُ

She longs for the slightest glance from you,

For within her is thirst born of the heat of longing.

فمتَى عيني تَراها ولَها

بكَ بشرٌ وابتهاجُ وابتسام

So when will my eye behold her, filled

Through you with joy, delight, and smiles?

سِرْ إليها واتخذْها وطناً

معقلاً فيه امتناعُ واعتصامُ

Go to her and make her your homeland,

A stronghold of resistance and refuge.

إنّما خولان حِصْنٌ شامخٌ

حَرَمٌ مَن حَلَّ فيه لا يُرامُ

Khawlan is truly a towering fortress,

A sanctuary where whoever settles cannot be assailed.

دون درب من جبالٍ قد غدتْ

دون أدناهنّ تنهلّ الغمامُ

Before it lies a mountain pass, whose peaks have grown so high

That clouds pour down below even the lowest of them.

يا لَها من شامخاتٍ تغتدي

عندها الشُمّ العُلَى وهي أكامُ

Oh, what towering peaks, beside which

The proud, lofty mountains become mere hillocks!

تلك أخياسُ ليوث لهُمُ

بالرّقاقِ البيض شوقٌ وهيامُ

Those are the lairs of lions who have

Longing and passion for slender white blades.

كلّ ماضي القلب فردُ حولَهُ

في الوغى من بأسِه جيشٌ لُهامُ

Each resolute-hearted man is alone; around him

In battle, his valor forms a vast army.

وكَذَا الحيمةُ فاعلَمْ أنّهمْ

إن تَسُمهمْ قَوْمةٌ لِلنّصرِ قاموا

And likewise al-Haymah; know that they,

If you ask them to rise in support, will rise.

المساعير إذا جدّ اللّقا

المراجيحُ المساميحُ الكرَامُ

Firebrands when the clash grows fierce,

The sound-minded, the generous, the noble.

كمْ بِهمْ من رابطِ الجأش لَهُ

إن دَجَى النَّقعُ على الموت اقتحامُ

How many among them are steadfast of heart,

Who charge into death when battle-dust darkens!

أيّ حييَن لِراجي نصرةٍ

وهما خولان طُرّاً والحيامُ

What a pair of clans for one seeking aid!

They are Khawlan, all of it, and al-Hiyam.

حُقّ إن أطنبتُ في مدحهم

فهمُ الأقوامُ والنّاس القُمامُ

It is fitting if I dwell at length on their praise,

For they are true men, and other people are refuse.

ليتَ شعري ليتَ شعري هل لنا

معشر الحقّ من البغي انتقامُ

Would that I knew, would that I knew: shall we,

The company of truth, gain vengeance against oppression?

هَلْ لَنَا من يوم نصرٍ أبيضٍ

يُقصَرُ الباطلُ فيهِ ويُضامُ

Shall we have a white day of victory,

In which falsehood is curbed and humiliated?

هَلْ لنَا مِن حملاتٍ في الوغى

في العِدَى يندكُّ منهنّ شمام

Shall we launch charges in battle

Against the foes, by which Shamam is shattered?

هَلْ نسلّ البيضَ مِن أغمادها

ونَرى الأغماد منهْم وهي هامُ

Shall we draw the white swords from their scabbards,

And see their heads serving as scabbards?

هل نرى السّمرَ تُبدّي ألْسُناً

نَفْثُها عندَ الِّلقا الموتُ الزؤامُ

Shall we see the brown spears put forth tongues,

Whose breath in the clash is sudden, violent death?

هل نقود الخيلَ تَتْرى شزّباً

جلّلَ الأكفالَ منهنّ القتامُ

Shall we lead the lean horses, one after another,

With dust blanketing their rumps?

هل نشقُ النقعَ يوماً بالظّبىَ

مثلما انشقَّ عنِ الشهب الغمامُ

Shall we one day cleave battle-dust with blades,

As clouds split to reveal the bright stars?

هَلْ نرى الدّين عزيزاً بعدما

قد غدا بالثّمن النزرِ يُسامُ

Shall we see the faith mighty, after

It has come to be offered for a paltry price?

هَلْ ليَدْرِ الحقّ يا للهِ مِنْ

بعدما قد نالَه المحْقُ تمامُ

Will truth's [full moon?], O God, attain

Fullness after obliteration has overtaken it?

هَلْ نرى مذهب زيدٍ ظاهراً

فلقدْ طالَ اختفاءٌ واكْتِتَامُ

Shall we see Zayd's doctrine made manifest,

For concealment and secrecy have lasted long?

قُمْ بِنا يا بْنَ النبيّ المصْطفى

نطلبُ الحقَّ فقد آنَ القيامُ

Rise with us, O son of the chosen Prophet,

Let us seek the truth, for the time to rise has come.

جِدّ واجْهدْ لا تخفْ من لائِمٍ

ليسَ من يدعو إلى الحقّ يُلامُ

Be earnest and strive; fear no reproacher.

No one who calls to truth is to be blamed.

واطْرحْ شأن التّواني إنّه

من توانى لم يُسَاعدْهُ المرامُ

And cast aside the habit of delay, for

The desired goal will not favor one who delays.

لا يَهولَنْكَ جَهامٌ مِنهمُ

هل تَرى أمطرتِ السُّحُب الجهَامُ

Let no rainless cloud of theirs alarm you;

Have you seen rainless clouds yield rain?

بك يا مولاي يحيى ما بنَتْ

في العُلَى آباؤكَ الصيّد الكرامُ

Through you, my lord, lives on what was built

In glory by your proud, noble forefathers.

كَمْ وأنتَ اللّيثُ مرهوب السُّطا

يَسْغَبُ الذّابلُ أو يَظْما الحسامُ

How long, though you are the lion whose onslaught is feared,

Must the slender spear hunger, or the sword thirst?

قمتَ لِلْعلياء لمّا قَعدوا

وتنبّهتَ لَها والقومُ ناموا

You rose for lofty glory when they sat idle,

And awoke to it while the people slept.

فإذا ما لَمْ تَقُمْ في هذه

فعلى الدين وأهليهِ السَّلامُ

But if you do not rise in this cause,

Then farewell to the faith and its people.