طويل غرامي في هواك قصير — Aloshari

طَويل غَرامي في هَواك قَصير

نعم وَكَثير الشَوق فيكَ حَقير

Long though my passion for you is, it is short.

Yes, even abundant longing for you is paltry.

سَمَوتم فَكُل الكائِنات لِفَضلِكُم

مَدى الدَهر مِن كُل الجِهات تشير

You have risen high; all beings, to your excellence,

Point from every direction throughout all time.

وَأَنتُم شُموس العالمين بِأَسرهم

وَفي ظُلمة اللَيل البَهيم بُدور

You are the suns of all the worlds,

And full moons in the darkness of the pitch-black night.

أَنارَت بِكُم كُل الجِهات لأَنَكُم

لِكُل الوَرى يا آل أَحمد نور

Through you every quarter has shone, for you are

A light to all creation, O family of Ahmad.

وَلما وَرت نار الغَرام وَحَركَت

قُلوباً مِن الشَوق القَديم تَفور

And when the fire of passion flared and stirred

Hearts seething with age-old longing,

سَرَينا عَلى الغَبراء حَتّى كَأَنَّنا

عَلى قُبة السَبع العَوال نَسير

We traveled by night over the dusty earth, until it seemed

We traveled upon the dome of the seven lofty heavens.

تَسير بِنا شُهب المَطايا كَأَنَّها

طُيور إِلى أَوكارهن تَطير

Our gray-white mounts carry us as though they were

Birds flying to their nests.

سَوابح يزجيها الغَرام عَلى الرجا

قَشاعم حَنت للسرى وَصُقور

Gliding mounts that passion drives onward in hope,

Great eagles yearning for night journeys, and falcons.

تحركها الأَشواق طَبعاً وَكَم غَدا

لأَخفافها عِندَ المَسير صَرير

Longings stir them by nature; how often there arose

A creaking from their padded feet as they traveled!

عَلَونا عَلَيها وَالجَوانح لَم تَزل

يشب بِها عِندَ الرَحيل سَعير

We mounted them, and within our breasts there still

Blazed a raging fire at departure.

عُيون وَأَجفان تَسيل وَمهجة

تَذوب وَشَوق في القُلوب كَثير

Eyes and eyelids stream, and a soul

Melts, while longing abounds in the hearts.

قَصَدناكم نَرجو النوال لأَنكُم

غيوث لِمَن يَبغي النَدى وَبُحور

We sought you, hoping for bounty, for you are

Rain clouds and seas for those who seek generosity.

أَتيناكُم غُبر الوُجوه وَتربكم

غسول وَماء للقُلوب طَهور

We came to you with dust-covered faces, and your soil is

A cleansing wash and purifying water for hearts.

وَزُرناكُم يا خيرة اللَه في الوَرى

وَقد طابَ مِنا زائر ومزور

And we visited you, O God's chosen ones among creation,

And among us, both visitor and visited were blessed.

وَجئنا علي القَدر وَالدمع سافح

لَهُ فَوق أَطراف الخُدود غَدير

We came to the one exalted in rank, with tears streaming,

Forming a pool along the edges of our cheeks.

لَثمنا ثَرى ذاكَ المقام لأَنَّه

زلال إِذا اشتد الظَما وَنَمير

We kissed the soil of that shrine, for it is

Clear, sweet water when thirst grows fierce, and wholesome drink.

وَلما انطَفَت تِلكَ الجِمار بِوَصله

وَتَمت لِناغب الوِصال أُجور

And when those embers were quenched by union with him,

And the sipper of union received his rewards in full,

أَتينا الشَهيد السبط دُرة حَيدر

وَلَيسَ لَها بَينَ العِباد نَظير

We came to the martyred grandson, Haydar's pearl,

Which has no equal among humankind.

وَرَيحانة المُختار كَم شم عرفها

فَيعبق مِنها مندل وَعَبير

And the Chosen One's sweet basil—how often he inhaled its fragrance!

From it waft aloeswood and perfume.

وَكَم ضَمها لِلصَدر مِنهُ إِشارة

إِلى أَنَّهُم للعالمين صُدور

How often he clasped it to his chest, a sign from him

That they are the leaders of all the worlds.

وَقَبل ثَغراً مِنهُ وَالوَجه مُشرق

لَهُ فَرحة مِن أَجلِها وَسُرور

And kissed his lips, his face radiant,

With joy and gladness on its account.

أُصيب بِهِ حَياً وَأخبر أَهله

بِما نالَهُ لا شَكَ وَهوَ خَبير

He was stricken with grief for him while still alive, and told his family

Of what would befall him—without doubt, he knew.

أَما كانَ حينَ النقع ثارَ وَأَقبَلَت

خُيول العِدى في كَربلاء تَثور

Was there not—when battle dust rose and there came

The enemy's horses, raging in Karbala—

خُيول عَمَت لَما تَعامَت سراتها

عَلَيها سفيه ناكث وَعقور

Horses gone blind when their leaders feigned blindness,

With fools, oath-breakers, and savage attackers upon them—

فَجالَت عَلى آل النَبي فَيا لَها

مَصائب سود في الكِرام تَدور

Then they wheeled against the Prophet's family—oh, what

Black calamities circled among the noble ones!

أَما كانَ فيهم من تذكر أَحمَداً

وَمَدمعه لِلظاعِنين غَزير

Was there none among them who remembered Ahmad,

With his tears flowing freely for those departing?

أَما كانَ فيهم من تَذكر بنته

وَبضعتها في كَربلاء تحير

Was there none among them who remembered his daughter,

While her flesh and blood was bewildered in Karbala?

أَما كانَ فيهم مِن تذكر حَيدراً

فَتى الحَرب مقدام الجُيوش أَمير

Was there none among them who remembered Haydar,

War's champion, the dauntless commander of armies?

أَما كانَ فيهم مَن يرق لِصبية

لَهُم حنة في كَربلا وَزَفير

Was there none among them who pitied children

Who moaned and sighed in Karbala?

أَتمنع أَطفال النَبي عَلى الظَما

مِن الماء وَالماء الفُرات كَثير

Are the Prophet's children, despite their thirst, denied

Water, although sweet water is plentiful?

صِغار مِن الرَمضاء أَمسوا ذَوابِلاً

وَلَيسَ لَهُم يَوم الهَجير مُجير

Little ones, withered by evening from the scorching ground,

With no protector in the day's blazing heat.

فَدَيت بِأَولادي الصِغار صِغارَهُم

فَخطبهم بَينَ العِباد كَبير

I would ransom their little ones with my own young children,

For great is their affliction among humankind.

سَقاكَ إِلَه العَرش يا فاتِكا بِهم

شَراباً بِهِ مِنكَ الدماغ يَفور

May the God of the Throne give you, O slayer of them,

A drink that makes your brain boil!

طَغيت وَأَحزَنت الرَسول بِقَبره

وَأَطفَأت نوراً في الوجود يَنور

You transgressed and saddened the Messenger in his grave,

And extinguished a light that shines throughout existence.

شَقيت وَدار الأَشقياء جَهَنم

لها زَفرة مِن حَرها وَسَعير

You are wretched, and Hell is the abode of the wretched;

It has a groan from its heat, and a raging blaze.

وَلا بَأس إن أوذوا وَلِلّه درهم

فَتلكَ مَقاماتَ عَلت وَأُجور

Yet no harm if they were hurt—how noble they are!

For those are stations raised high, and rewards.

حسين حسين من يُدانيك في العُلى

وَفَضلك يا سَبط النَبي شَهير

Husayn, Husayn, who comes near you in exalted rank?

And your excellence, O grandson of the Prophet, is renowned.

فَدَتكَ أَبا الأَشراف روحي وَمُهجَتي

وَما ذاكَ إِلا تافه وَحَقير

May my soul and lifeblood ransom you, O father of the nobles,

And that is but a trifle, something paltry.

وَلَست عَن العَباس سال فإنه

كَريم بِأَنواع الثَناء جَدير

Nor have I forgotten al-Abbas, for he is

Noble, deserving of every kind of praise.

رَفيع تَدَلى مِن ذُؤابة حَيدر

أَبيك وَذو قَدر هُناكَ خَطير

Exalted, descended from the crest of Haydar,

Your father, and possessed there of mighty rank.

لَهُ محفل فَوقَ المَحافل كُلها

وَمحفل فَضل في العُلى وَسَرير

His is a gathering above all gatherings,

And a gathering of excellence in the heights, and a throne.

كِرام العبا قَلبي إِلى حيكم صَبا

لَهُ حُرقة يَوم النَوى وَزَفير

O noble ones of the cloak, my heart yearned for your abode;

It burns and sighs on the day of separation.

لجدكم فَضل عَلي وَمنة

وَجود وَأَنعام علي غَزير

Your grandfather has shown me favor and kindness,

And generosity and abundant blessings upon me.

هَداني وَأَواني وَلَم أَعرف الهُدى

فَصرت عَلى نَهج الرشاد أَسير

He guided and sheltered me when I knew not guidance,

So I began walking the path of right guidance.

أَأَنسى نداكم يا سلالة هاشم

وَأنكره إني إذن لَكَفور

Shall I forget your bounty, O offspring of Hashim,

And deny it? Then I would surely be ungrateful.

عَلى جدكم أَزكى صَلاة يَحفها

سَلام وَتَشريف لَدَيه كَثير

Upon your grandfather be the purest blessing, surrounded

By peace and abundant honor in his presence,

تَعم مَدى الأَيام آلاً بِأسرهم

وَصحباً رحاهم في الكَمال تَدور

Embracing throughout all days his entire family

And companions, whose millstone turns in perfection.