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The Keeper died, so who will now preserve

مات الحفيظ فمن يحفظ من عاشا

1. The Keeper died, so who will now preserve
Those of us whose minds from passion stray?

١. مَاتَ الْحَفِيظُ فَمَنْ يَحْفَظُ مَنْ عَاشَا
مِنَّا إِذَا لُبُّهُ مِنْ الْجَوَى طَاشَا

2. The Keeper passed away, though he had sought
To quench with joy's drink one who thirsts for aye.

٢. فَاتَ الْحَفِيظُ امْرَأً قَدْ كَانَ يَطْلُبُهُ
لِسَقْيِ رَوْضِ مُنىً مَا زَالَ مِعْطَاشَا

3. The Keeper died, so glory lies confused,
And noble hearts are filled with tremor's sway.

٣. مَاتَ الْحَفِيظُ فَظَلَّ الْمَجْدُ مُخْتَبَلاً
وَأُرْعِشَتْ كَبِدُ الْعَلْيَاءِ ِرْعَاشَا

4. The Keeper died, though life to us he brought,
So life for us is choked with grief today.

٤. مَاتَ الْحَفِيظُ وَكَانَ الْعَيْشُ مِنْهُ سَنىً
فَأَغْطَشَتْ عَيْشَنَا الأَنْكَادُ إِغْطَاشَا

5. And hands of purpose, though it guidance sought,
With blows of zeal transgressions now repay.

٥. وَأَبْطَشَتْ بِالنُّهَى أَيْدِي النَّوَى بُتِكَتْ
إِنَّ النَّوَى كَانَ بِالأَلْبَابِ بَطَّاشَا

6. For purpose used with minds discretion's rule—
No blind injudicious tyrant's brutal way.

٦. كَانَتْ بِطَلْعَتِهِ الأَيَّامُ تُؤْنِسُنَا
فَأَبْدَلَتْنَا مِنَ الإِينَاسِ إِيحَاشَا

7. His rising filled our days with happiness,
Now sorrow's long dark night brings no new day.

٧. وَأَلْبَسَتْنَا وَكَانَ الزَّهْوَ مَلْبَسُنَا
حُزْناً يَهِيجُ لَنَا مَبْكىً وَإِجْهَاشَا

8. Though joy our garb, grief's mantle covers us,
And tears start forth our laments to relay.

٨. يَا بَدْرَ مَجْدٍ لَوْ أَنَّ اللهَ أَنْسَأَهُ
مَا أَدْهَشَتْنَا صُرُوفُ الدَّهْرِ إِدْهَاشَا

9. O moon of glory! Would that God had spared
Your days, no strange surprises then held sway.

٩. حَتَّى جَهِلْنَا مُصَاباً لاَ نَظِيرَ لَهُ
جَاشَ عَلَيْنَا شُرُودَ الْوَحْدِ فَانْحَاشَا

10. We've suffered from a matchless accident,
Wild lonely griefs sweep reason's banks away.

١٠. قَدْ جَلَّ فَقْدُكَ أَنْ يُبْقِيَ مِنْ خَلَدٍ
إِذْ جَلَّ قَدْرُكَ أَنْ تَرْضَى بِمَنْ عَاشَا

11. Your loss forbids that one of lasting fame
Should survive, when your great worth passed away.

١١. وَجَلَّ فَخْرُكَ أَنْ يُدْرَِى فَنُحْصِيَهُ
حَاشَا لِفَخْرِكَ مِنْ إِحْصَائِنَا حَاشَا

12. Too high your pride for us to comprehend
Or celebrate. No! We affirm no way!

١٢. فَمَا عَرَفْنَاكَ إِلاَّ بِالذِي شَهِدَتْ
بِهِ الْمَزَايَا وَفَضْلٌ كَانَ جَيَّاشَا

13. Only your traits of merit witnessed were,
Abundant excellence beamed as sunny day.

١٣. وَمَا رَأَيْنَاكَ إِلاَّ مِثْلَ رُؤْيَتِنَا
شَمْسَ الظَّهِيرَةِ إِذْ مَا نُورُهَا جَاشَا

14. Only as though the noonday sun we saw,
When brightness in full radiance holds sway.

١٤. وَمَا شَهِدْنَاكَ إِلاَّ بِالْبَصَائِرِ لاَ
بِبَصَرٍ يُدْرِكُ الأَخْيَارَ أَوْبَاشَا

15. Only with insight did we witness you,
Not sight discerning good men from the fey.

١٥. خَمَّشْتُ بَعْدَكَ وَجْهَ الْمَنْعِ مِن جَزَعٍ
إِذْ كَانَ مَوْتُكَ وَجْهَ الصَّبْرِ خَمَّاشَا

16. I rent my face in grief when you were gone,
Though resignation at your loss smoothed way.

١٦. أَفْرَخْتُ مَا بَاضَ مِنْ غَمِّي وَقَدْ مَلَأَتْ
عِقْبَانُهُ مِنْ ذُرَى الأَحْشَاءِ إِعْشَاشَا

17. My sorrow's fruit hatched out and filled apace
Deep cores of heart where grief had built its nest.

١٧. بِالْبَوْحِ بِالنَّوْحِ تَرْوِيحاً عَلَى شَجَنٍ
قَدْ أَفْحَشَتْ نَارُهُ فِي الْقَلْبِ إِفْحَاشَا

18. I soothe my yearning spirit's restless plaint
By freely venting it in threnody,

١٨. مُعْتَصِماً بِبَقَايَا الصَّبْرِ مِنْ كَمَدٍ
أَوْدَى بِمُعْظَمِهِ إِذِ الْحَشَا حَاشَا

19. For fiery grief lit up my inmost soul,
And spread within an all-consuming sway.

١٩. فَالْمَرْءُ سَهْمٌ وَذَاكَ السَّهْمُ حِلْيَتُهُ
بِأَنْ يُرَى بِخَوَافِي الصَّبْرِ مُرْتَاشَا

20. Resigned, clutching remnants of my calm
Stoicism, though it grief did sore waylay.

٢٠. فَإِنْ رَمَتْهُ اللَّيَالِي وَهْيَ رَامِيَةٌ
لَمْ يُلْفَ عَنْ هَدَفِ التَّأْيِيدِ طَيَّاشَا

21. Man's but an arrow, and his ornament's
That he keep poised when fate doth test his stay.

٢١. أَمَّا الذِي سَوْفَ أُهْدِيهِ إِلَى جَدَثٍ
حَلَلْتَهُ تُنْعِشُ الأَمْوَاتَ إِنْعَاشَا

22. Though nights assail, no wild unreasoning thing,
His aim at truth flies free, straight to the fray.

٢٢. فَنَسَمَاتُ تَحِيَّاتٍ يَغَارُ لَهَا
رَوْضُ الرُّبَى بَاتَ فِيهِ الطَّلُّ رَشَّاشَا