كف الملام فلست أول عذلي — Aloshari

كف الملام فَلَست أَول عَذلي

كَم في الفُؤاد صَبابة لا تَنجَلي

Cease your reproach; you are not the first of my reproachers.

How much longing lies in the heart, never fading!

أَتلوم من ملك الغَرام فُؤاده

فاذهب فَأَنتَ عَن الغَرام بِمعزل

Do you blame one whose heart passionate love has possessed?

Then go, for you are far removed from love.

يا للرجال حمية مِن غادة

ترمي بِأَجفان الغَزال الأَكحَل

Men, defend me against a graceful maiden

Who shoots with the eyelids of a kohl-eyed gazelle.

نَظَرت فَأَي حشاشة لَم تَنقَطع

وَنَأت فَأَية عبرة لَم تَنزل

She looked—what remnant of life was not cut short?

And she drew away—what tear did not fall?

مَرض الجُفون وَسقمها قَد حَلَّ بي

في كُلِّ جُزء مِن قِواي وَمفصل

The languor and sickness of her eyelids have afflicted me

In every faculty of mine and every joint.

سارَت وَقَد طَلَع الصَباح بِفرقها

متبلجاً عَن لَيل فرع أَليَلِ

She walked, while dawn rose at the parting of her hair,

Shining out from the deep night of her dark tresses.

وَتَأودت في قامة لَو قابلت

أَمضى العَوامل في الوَغى لَم يعمل

And she swayed with a figure that, were it to face

The keenest spear in battle, that spear would have no effect.

يا ربة الخَد الأَسيل وَتربة ال

خصر النَحيل تَقربي وَتدللي

O mistress of the smooth cheek, and companion of the

Slender waist, draw near and be coy.

كَيفَ الوصول إِلى جناك وَدونه

زرق الأَسنة في اللهام الجحفل

How can I reach your fruit, when before it stand

Blue spearheads in a vast, teeming host?

فَهبي بِأَني ألتَقيهم مُفردا

بِعَزائِمي العُظمى وَقُوة هَيكلي

Suppose, then, that I face them alone,

With my mighty resolves and the strength of my frame;

فَبِأَي عَقل ألتقيك وَانَّني

إِن شمت وَجهك مُسفِراً لَم أعقل

With what reason can I face you, when I,

If I glimpse your radiant face, lose my reason?

لَك في الفُؤاد مَكانة مَخصوصة

لَك في القُلوب مَنازل لَم تَنزل

You have a special place within my heart;

You have stations in hearts that have never fallen.

يا نسمة حملت إِلي حَديثها

بُثي أَحاديثي إِلَيها وَاحملي

O breeze that brought me word of her,

Spread my words to her and carry them.

فَلَنا هُناك مَعاهد لَم نَنسَها

وَلَنا هُناكَ مَعالم لَم تجهل

For there we have meeting places we have not forgotten,

And there we have landmarks that remain familiar.

حَيث الحَبيبة وَالحَبيب كِلاهُما

غُصنان بَينَ مقبل وَمقبل

Where the beloved woman and her lover alike

Were two branches, one kissing, the other kissed.

وَالغُصن غَض وَالزمان مُوافق

وَالجد سام وَالرَقيب بِمَعزل

The branch was tender, and the times were kind;

Fortune soared, and the watcher was far away.

حَتّى إِذا أَبدى الزَمان ضَبابه

وَتَغولت غيلانه في مَنزِلي

Until time revealed its fog,

And its ghouls ran wild within my home,

وَبَدَت جَنادعه وَهال كَأنه

جلمود صَخر قَد تَحدر مِن عل

And its harbingers of evil appeared; it struck terror like

A massive boulder tumbling down from on high.

أَضحى يُكلفني بِدَعوة فتية

أَحلى مَذاقهم كَماء الحَنظل

It began compelling me to call upon young men

Whose sweetest taste is like the juice of colocynth.

لا در درك يا زَمان فَإِنَّني

عبد لآل مُحَمد وَبَني علي

May your milk never flow, O time, for I am

A servant of Muhammad's household and the sons of Ali.

أَأضام عَبد اللَه دَعوة صارخ

مِن رَيب ذا الزمَن الخؤون وَأَنتَ لي

Shall I be wronged, Abd Allah? This is a cry for help

Against the blows of this treacherous age—when you are there for me?

وَيُصيبني جنف وَأَنتَ وَسيلَتي

وَيحل بي سوء وَبابك موثلي

Can injustice strike me, when you are my recourse,

And harm befall me, when your door is my refuge?

يا ابن السراة الطائِرين إِلى العُلى

وَالسائِرين إِلى المقام الأَفضل

O son of nobles who soar toward the heights,

And journey toward the finest station,

وابن الثقات القابِضين عَلى التُقى

وَالشارِبين مِن الغَدير الأَول

And son of the trustworthy, who hold fast to piety,

And drink from the first pool.

قَوم لَهُم في المَجد أَرفع رتبة

منصة مِن قَبلهم لَم تَنزل

A people with the highest rank in glory,

A dais none had occupied before them;

السادة الشُرَفاء وَالشُم الألى

تعزى أصولهم لِأَكرم مُرسل

The noble lords, the proud ones whose

Ancestry is traced to the noblest messenger;

وَالقادة الأَنجاب عترة أَحمد

وَبني علي المُرتَضى القرم الوَلي

And the illustrious leaders, Ahmad's kin,

And the sons of Ali the Chosen, the great chief and saint.

لَكَ يا ابن فَخر مِنهُم فَخر غَدا

مُتَأَلقا فَوقَ السماك الأَعزَل

Yours, O son of Fakhr, is a glory from them that has grown

Radiant above al-Simak al-A'zal.

علم وَعرفان وَفَضل باهر

وَفَضائل جَلت وَتَفصيل جلي

Learning, insight, and dazzling excellence,

And lofty virtues and lucid exposition;

وَيَد تسح وَلا تشح مَدى المَدى

وَتَطول بِالجود العَميم الأَطول

And a hand that pours forth, never stinting, for all time,

And reaches far with all-embracing, far-reaching generosity;

وَمَحاسن حسنت فَطابَ سَماعها

وَتَسَلسَلَت مثل الشَراب السَلسل

And qualities so fair that hearing of them delights,

Flowing smoothly like a mellow drink.

طالَت مَناقبك الحِسان فَأعجَزَت

ذهن الفَصيح المفلق المُتأمل

Your fine virtues have grown so vast that they defeat

The mind of the eloquent, masterful, reflective poet.

إِذ أَنتَ مصدر كُل فَضل باهر

وَمَدار كُل حَميدة وَتَفضل

For you are the source of every shining excellence,

And the center of every praiseworthy trait and kindness.

أَصبَحت فَرداً في المَكارم وَاحِداً

تُدعى بِخَير مُعظم وَمبجل

You have become peerless, unique in noble deeds,

Spoken of with praise, revered and honored.

يهنيك أَولاد سَمَت أَقدارهم

وَجَرَت أَياديهم كَسَيل مُرسل

May you rejoice in children whose standing has risen,

And whose bounties flow like an unleashed torrent.

بيض الوُجوه كَريمة أَحسابهم

شم الأُنوف مِن الطِراز الأَول

White of face, noble in ancestry,

Proud-nosed, of the finest kind;

نَشرت مَفاخرهم عَلى كُل الوَرى

وَبَدَت مَكارِمهُم لِكُل مُؤمل

Their glories have been spread among all humankind,

And their generous deeds appear to every hopeful petitioner.

وَكَفى لَهُم شَرَفاً بِأَنك والد

لَهُم لأنك صاحب الشرَف العلي

It is honor enough for them that you are a father

To them, for you possess exalted honor.

لَكُم الحِماية وَالرعاية لِلوَرى

إرثا وأي وراثة لَم تُقبل

Yours is the protection and care of humankind,

By inheritance—and what inheritance would not be embraced?

وَلَكُم علي مَكارم لَم أَنسَها

لا وَالإله الواحد الفَرد العلي

You have bestowed on me kindnesses I have not forgotten,

No, by God, the One, the Unique, the Most High!

منن بِها طَوقتموني سابِقاً

في لاحق بَينَ الوَرى لَم تَجهل

Favors with which you have garlanded me, earlier ones

Joined with later ones, never unknown among humankind.

وَلَقَد أَقَمت لِوَعدكم مُتَشَوقاً

كَتشوف الصاري لأعذب منهل

And indeed, I have remained longing for your promise,

Like the thirsty one's longing for the sweetest watering place.

لا أَمتري فيما وَعَدت وَلَم أَقُل

طالَ الوُقوف عَلى رُسوم المَنزل

I do not doubt what you have promised, nor have I said,

'Long has been my standing at the traces of the dwelling.'

حاشا جَنابك أَن يَقول لِقاصد

فَإِذا تَشاء أَبا مُعاذ فارحل

Far be it from your noble presence to tell a seeker,

'Then, if you wish, Abu Mu'adh, depart.'

لكنما الإِنسان خص بِحالة

هلع الفُؤاد وَخيفة المُستعجل

But man is marked by a condition:

Anxiety of heart and the fear of one in haste.

فَمَتى وَجَدت أَبا الكِرام لِحاجَتي

وَقتاً فَبادر بِالقَضاء وَعَجل

So whenever, Abu al-Kiram, you find for my need

A moment, hasten to fulfill it, and make speed.

إِني اِقتَرَحت لشدتي وَضَرورَتي

لما علمتك في الشَدائد موئلي

I have made this request because of my hardship and need,

Knowing you to be my refuge in adversity.

لا زلت مَحروس الجَناب مؤملاً

لِلحادِثات وَكُل أَمر معضل

May your noble person remain protected, looked to with hope

In calamities and every perplexing affair.