هادئ القلب مطبق الأجفان — Ibrahim Tuqan

هادئ القَلب مطبق الأَجفان

مُطلق الروح راقد الجُثمان

Calm of heart, his eyelids closed,

His spirit freed, his body at rest.

مَلَكٌ عِندَ رَأسِهِ باسم الثَغ

رِ جَناحاه فَوقَهُ يَخفقان

An angel beside his head, smiling of mouth,

His two wings beating above him.

غادة تَملأ الكُؤوس وَخَود

تَنضح الجَرح مِن رَحيق الجِنان

A lovely maiden fills the cups, and a tender maiden

Sprinkles the wound with the nectar of paradise's gardens.

وَحَواليه طافَ أَسراب حور

بِغُصون النَخيل وَالرَيحان

And around him circled flocks of houris,

With palm branches and basil.

وَتَهاوى الطُيور عَن شَجر الخل

د تَغَنّى بِأَعذَب الأَلحان

And birds swooped down from the trees of eternity,

Singing the sweetest melodies.

مِن كَبير يَزهو بِأَبهى رياش

وَصَغير مصوّر مِن حَنان

Among them, large birds proud in the finest plumage,

And small ones fashioned out of tenderness.

وَأفاق الشَهيد مُنشَرح الصَد

ر شَكوراً لَأنعم الرَحمان

And the martyr awoke, his breast filled with joy,

Grateful for the favors of the All-Merciful.

وَاِستوى جالِساً عَلى رفرف خض

ر غوال وَعَبقريٍ حِسان

And he sat upright upon green cushions,

Costly, and upon beautiful, richly woven carpets.

وَسَقته مَلائك اللَه خَمراً

جَعَلتهُ حَيّاً مَدى الأَزمان

And God's angels gave him wine to drink,

Which made him live through all the ages.

وَتَجَلّت أَنوار من مَلَك المل

ك فَخرَّ الحَضور للأَذقان

And lights shone forth from the King of all dominion,

So those present fell upon their chins.

ثُمَ حَيّى ذاكَ الشَهيد وَنادى

أَيهذا الشَهيد لَستَ بِفانِ

Then He greeted that martyr and called:

O martyr, you shall not perish.

رَضيَ اللَهُ عَن جِهادك فَاخلُد

وَتَبَوّأ في الخُلد أَعلى مَكانَ

God is pleased with your struggle; live forever,

And take the highest place in eternity.

وَخُلود النَعيم عِندي جَزاء

لِلَّذي ماتَ في هَوى الأَوطان

And with Me, everlasting bliss is the reward

For whoever died for love of homelands.

ما مَصير الشَهيد يا رَبّ إِلّا

غبطة عِندَ راسخ الإِيمان

The martyr's fate, O Lord, is nothing but

Joy to one firm in faith.

غَيرَ أَنَّ الشَباب إِن كانَ غَضّاً

وَالتَوى الغصن مِنهُ في الريعان

Yet when youth is tender,

And its branch bends in its prime,

وَتَراءَت أَزهاره ذابِلات

عَبثت للرياح فيها يَدان

And its blossoms appear withered,

The winds' two hands having toyed with them,

تَعَذر العَين في البُكاء عَلَيه

دَمعَ سَلوى لَكن بِلا سُلوان

The eye is excused for weeping over him,

Tears of solace, yet without consolation.

رَب عَفواً إِن راعَنا فَقدُ نَدب

ضاحك الوَجه في قُطوب الزَمان

Lord, forgive us if the loss of a noble man appalls us,

Smiling of face amid the frowns of time.

صارم كانَ مَغمداً صَقلته

يَدُ حرية أَنوفٍ حِصان

A sharp sword, once sheathed, polished by

The hand of proud, chaste Freedom.

شهرته حَتّى أَذابته مَسحاً

في رِقاب الأَعداء يَوم الطِعان

She unsheathed it until she melted it away in sweeping strokes

Through the enemies' necks on the day of combat.

يا دُموعي وَهَبتك القَلب إِن لَم

تَقنَعي بِالقَريح مِن أَجفاني

O my tears, I give you my heart, if you are not

Satisfied with the wounded flesh of my eyelids.

فَهُوَ قَلبي أَليف هَمي وَحُزني

وَحَليف الزَفير وَالخَفقان

For it is my heart, companion to my worry and sorrow,

And ally of sighing and throbbing.

يا رُبوع الفَيحاء أَنتِ عَروس

أَيّمتها طَوارق الحَدثان

O precincts of al-Fayha, you are a bride

Whom the visitations of misfortune have widowed.

الأَكاليل لَم تَزَل غَضة الزَهر

وَلَم تَنقطع أَغاني الغَواني

The garlands were still fresh in flower,

And the songs of lovely women had not ceased.

وَالمَغاني مَأهولة وَالرَوابي

باديات نَواضِراً للعَيان

And the dwellings were peopled, and the hills

Appeared green and fresh to the eye.

وَالنَدامى بَينَ الكُؤوس قيام

رَنحتهم مدامة الغدران

And drinking companions stood among the cups,

Swayed by the wine of the pools.

وَالعَذارى سَوافر لاهيات

بِالأَراجيح وَهِيَ في الأَغصان

And unveiled maidens played

On swings that were among the branches.

يا عَروس الدُنيا وَما حالَ قَلب

فَجَعته أَحزانه بِالأَماني

O bride of the world, what is the state of a heart

Whose sorrows have bereaved it of its hopes?

الخطوب اللائي نَزَلنَ جسام

قَد أَحلن الهَنا إِلى أَحزان

The calamities that befell were grave;

They turned happiness into sorrows.

وَالأَسى في الضُلوع أَشبَه شَيء

بِكَ لَما قَذفت بِالنيران

And sorrow within the ribs is most like

You, when you were bombarded with fire.

منكَ دَمع وَمِن محبك دَمع

بَرَدى وَالمُحبّ مُتَفِقان

From you come tears, and from your lover tears;

Barada and the lover are in accord.

رَحل العام عَنكَ جَهم المحيّا

مكفهرّاً فَكَيفَ حال الثاني

The year departed from you, grim-faced,

Scowling—so how fares the second?

لا تَرعك الخطوب يا ابنةَ مَروا

ن وَلوذي بِاللَه وَالفتيان

Let calamities not frighten you, O daughter of Marwan,

And seek refuge in God and the young men.

الشَباب النَضير وَالأَمل الثا

بت خلّان كَيف يَفتَرِقان

Fresh youth and steadfast hope

Are two friends—how can they part?

وَالشَباب النَضير إن سيم خَسفاً

ثائر باسل وَثَوب الجِنان

And fresh youth, if subjected to humiliation,

Is a valiant rebel, impetuous of heart.

لِفَرَنسا أَن تستبد وَتَطغى

لِفَرَنسا التَنكيل بِالبُلدان

Let France rule despotically and oppress;

Let France wreak brutal punishment upon countries;

لِفَرَنسا أَن تحشد الجَيش كَالسَي

ل وَتُبدي عَجائب الطَيران

Let France mass her army like a torrent

And display the marvels of flight.

لِفَرَنسا ما تَشتَهي لِفَرَنسا

ما تَمنَى فَمَوعد الثَأر دان

Let France have what she desires; let France have

What she wishes—the hour of vengeance is near.

يا لِهَول الوَغى وَقَد هاجَ سُلطا

ن واَضحى يجيشُ كَالبُركان

Oh, the terror of battle, now that Sultan is roused

And surges like a volcano!

أَسَدٌ فَوقَ ضامر عَرَبي

شاهر لِلوَغى حساماً يَماني

A lion upon a lean Arabian steed,

Brandishing a Yemeni sword for battle.

أَرهَفتهُ المَنون ثُمَ أَنامت

ه لِيَوم محجّل أَرونان

Death sharpened it, then put it to sleep

For a glorious, tumultuous day.

صَفحتاه عَقيقتان مِن البَر

ق وَفي مضربيه صاعِقَتان

Its two faces are two agates of lightning,

And in its two cutting edges lie two thunderbolts.

وَطَبيب أَغَرّ يُعطي دَواء

لِسقام الأَوطان وَالأَبدان

And an illustrious physician dispenses medicine

For the ailments of homelands and bodies.

أَليوثاً أَفلتَّ يا سجن أَرواد تُذي

ق العِداة كَأس الهَوان

Was it lions you released, O prison of Arwad, to make

The foes taste the cup of humiliation?

أَي حَرب أَثار ظُلمُ فَرَنسا

فَدهاها ما لَيسَ بِالحسبان

What a war France's oppression stirred up!

And what lay beyond reckoning overwhelmed her.

المَغاوير حَضرٌ وَبداة

زمجروا دونَ أُمة الطُغيان

The valiant men, townsmen and nomads,

Roared in the face of the nation of tyranny.

وَالجِياد العِتاق وَلهى طرادٍ

مُسرِعات بِهُم إِلى المَيدان

And the thoroughbred steeds, eager for mounted combat,

Hastened with them to the battlefield.

وَالسُيوف الرقاق ظَمآ دماءً

تَشتَكي بَثَها إِلى المرّان

And the slender swords, thirsty for blood,

Complained of their anguish to the ash-wood lances.

فَاسأَلي عَن فِعالهم يا فَرَنسا

إِن أَبناءَهُم لَدى غَملان

So ask about their deeds, O France:

Their sons are with Gamelin.

وَأَقيمي ممالكاً وَعُروشاً

وَاِفزَعي للخداع وَالبُهتان

And establish kingdoms and thrones,

And resort to deception and slander.

إِن مَن تَمنَحين مَجداً وَمَلكاً

وَرِثوا الملك عَن بَني مَروان

Indeed, those to whom you grant glory and kingship

Inherited sovereignty from the sons of Marwan.

سَوفَ لا يَنثنون عَن طَلَب الحَق

قِ قِتالا أَو تَضرعي للأَمان

They will not turn from seeking justice

Through combat—or plead for safety!

إِيه روح الشَهيد زوري فَلَسطي

ن وَطوفي قَدسيةً بِالمَغاني

Ah, spirit of the martyr, visit Palestine,

And roam, in holiness, through its dwellings.

وَاِنزَعي مِن صُدورَنا جَمرة الحق

د وَسَلّي سجيّة الشَنآن

And pluck from our breasts the ember of rancor,

And root out the disposition to hatred.

همّ إِخوانِنا الجِهاد وَأَضحى

هَمّنا في مَجالسٍ وَلِجان

Our brothers' concern is the struggle, while

Ours now lies in councils and committees.

أَيُّها العاشق المناصبَ مَهلاً

أَبتاج ظَفرت أَم صولَجان

O you who love official posts, slow down!

Have you won a crown, or a scepter?

كَيفَ أَنساك حُب ذاتك مَهداً

أَنتَ لَولاه كُنت للنسيان

How has your self-love made you forget a cradle

Without which you would have fallen into oblivion?

يا فَلسطين هَل لَديك سريّ

غَير ذي مطمع وَلا متوان

O Palestine, have you a noble man

Free of self-interest and never remiss?

لَيسَ عِندي سِوى التَلهف أَهدي

ه وَقَلب مَوله بِكَ عان

I have nothing but anguished longing to offer,

And a heart distraught with love for you, held captive,

وَشُعور نَسقته في بَياني

وَدُموع أَودَعتها أَشجاني

And feeling I have arranged in my words,

And tears in which I have placed my sorrows.

هَل أَمنّا العداة حَتّى رَقَدنا

أَم وَجَدنا الهَوان حُلو المَجاني

Have we become safe from foes, that we have fallen asleep,

Or have we found the fruits of humiliation sweet?

أَينَ مِنا الأَبيّ أَينَ المعزّي

أَين مِنّا معذب الوجدان

Where among us is the proud one? Where the consoler?

Where among us is one tormented in conscience?

فَاِتَقوا اللَهَ وَاذكُروا نَهضة الشا

م وَخُصّوا العَدوّ بِالأَضغان

So fear God, and remember the uprising of al-Sham,

And reserve your rancor for the enemy.