دم الشهيد — Jawahiri

خُذوا من يَومكم لغدٍ متاعا

وسيروا في جهادِكمُ جِماعا

Take from your today provisions for tomorrow.

And march together in your struggle.

وكونوا في ادَّراء الخطب عنكم

يداً تَبني بها العَضُدُ الَّذراعا

And be, in warding calamity away from yourselves,

A hand through which the upper arm builds the forearm.

ذروا خُلفاً على رأيٍ ورأيٍ

إلى ان يلقيَ الأمرُ القِناعا

Leave aside disagreement over one opinion and another,

Until the matter casts off its veil.

وخلُّوا في قيادتكم حكيماً

يدبِّرُها هُجوماً او دِفاعا

And leave a wise man in your leadership,

To direct it in attack or defense.

رحيبً الصَدر ينهضُ بالرزايا

ويُحسنُ أن يُطيع وأن يُطاعا

Broad of heart, bearing up under calamities,

And knowing well how to obey and be obeyed.

حملتم ثِقْل جائرةٍ عسوفٍ

تميل بمن يحاولُها اضطِلاعا

You have borne the weight of a ruthless tyranny

That bends whoever attempts to shoulder it.

ونادَيتم بذائعةٍ هَتوفٍ

نَمى خَبَرٌ بها لكُمُ وذاعا

And you raised a far-spreading, resounding cry;

Through it, news of you grew and spread.

تعلَّقَتِ العُيونُ بها احتفاءً

وأُتلِعَتِ الرقابُ لها اطلاعا

Eyes fastened upon it in admiration,

And necks stretched toward it to behold.

وأوجفتِ الشعوبُ على صداها

وقد عابَ العِيانُ بها السَماعا

And the peoples hastened at its echo;

Seeing it put mere hearing to shame.

تراهَنُ بينها عن كلِّ شَوط

بحلْبتكم ، وتُقتَرعُ اقتراعا

They wager among themselves on every lap

In your arena, and lots are drawn.

فقد وعَظَتْكُمُ سُودُ الليالي

ولم تعرفْ بما تعِظ الخِداعا

For the dark nights have admonished you,

And have known no deceit in their counsel:

بأنَّ اشقَّ مطَّلَبٍ رأته

ضعيفٌ طالبٌ حقاً مُضاعا

That the hardest quest they have seen

Is a weak man seeking a squandered right.

فلا تكِلوا الأمورَ إلى قضاء

فما كانَ القضاءُ لكم رَضاعا

So do not entrust affairs to fate,

For fate has never been a breast to nourish you.

ولا تنسَوا بأن لكمْ عدوّاً

طويلاً ، وفي ازدراع الخُلفِ ، باعا

And do not forget that you have an enemy

Long of reach in sowing discord.

يُلوِّي كلَّ يَوم من قناةٍ

ويَبتدِع الشِقاقَ بها ابتِداعا

Each day he bends a spear-shaft,

And with it contrives discord anew.

وانكُمُ بكَعْب السَوطِ منكم

قَرَعْتُم " رأس " مَن سنَّ القِراعا

And you have, with the butt of your own whip,

Struck the head of him who instituted blows.

قَرَعَتُم رأسَ مختَبطٍ رؤوساً

مماكرةُ ، ومالكَها صُداعا

You struck the head of one who battered heads

With guile, gripping them like a splitting headache.

مسكتُمْ من خِناقةِ أفعُوانٍ

شديدِ البطش يأبى الإنصِراعا

You seized a great serpent by its throat,

Fierce in its striking, refusing to be thrown down.

تعاصى والدُنى من كل حَدْبٍ

تهزُّ الصُلْبَ منه والنُخاعا

It resisted while the worlds, from every height,

Shook its backbone and its marrow.

فمُدّوا كفَّكَم هَوناً فهَوناً

وجُرّوا منه أنياباً شِناعا

So extend your hand gently, ever gently,

And pull its hideous fangs from it.

وفكُّوا شِدْقَ مُؤتذِبٍ خبيث

وسُلُّوا حَقَّكم منه انتزِاعا

And pry open the jaw of that wicked, wolfish creature,

And wrench your right from it.

ولا تَنْسَوا بأنَّ له عبيداً

شَراهم بابتسامته وباعا

And do not forget that he has slaves

Whom he bought with his smile and sold.

حَباهم شرَّ ما يُحبَى خَؤونٌ

يغذَّي من كرامته الطِماعا

He bestowed on them the worst gift given to a traitor

Who feeds greed upon his own dignity.

وعوَّضَهم عن الشَرَفِ المُبَقَّى

حُطام المالِ يذهَبُ والضِياعا

And compensated them for lasting honor

With fleeting baubles of wealth and estates.

احَلَّ لهم دماءكمُ مَخاضا

وبؤَّأهم " حقوقَكمُ " رباعا

He made your blood lawful for them as fords,

And housed them in your rights as homesteads.

وملَّكهم رقابَكم فآبٍ

تملَّكَها وذو خَورَ أطاعا

And gave them ownership of your necks: a defiant man

Possessed them, while a fainthearted one obeyed.

فسقُّوهُم بكأسهمُ دِهاقاً

ذِعافَ الهَون والذلِّ اجتراعا

So make them drink from their own brimming cup

The deadly poison of abasement and humiliation, in gulps.

وجُروّهم على حَسَك الخطايا

ورُدُّوا كَيْدَهم بالصاع صاعا

And drag them over the thorns of sins,

And repay their plotting measure for measure.

وزيدوا بالدم العَبِق اتشاحاً

وبالوحي الذي يوحي ادِّراعا

And cloak yourselves still more in fragrant blood,

And armor yourselves with the revelation it inspires.

وكانوا في احتراشِهمُ ذئاباً

فكونوا في ضَراوتكمْ ضِباعا

They were wolves in their hunting;

So be hyenas in your ferocity.

شَبابَ اليَوم إن غداً مَشوقٌ

يَمُدُّ لكم ليَحضُنَكم ذِراعا

Youth of today, tomorrow is longing:

It extends an arm to you, to embrace you.

يُمدُّكُمُ بروح من خُطوبٍ !

تعوَّدَ انْ يمدَّ بها الصِراعا

It supplies you with a spirit drawn from calamities,

Through which it has grown accustomed to prolong the struggle,

وأنْ يعتاضَ عن جيل بجيلٍ

بها ، ويفضََّ بينهما النزاعا

And to replace one generation with another,

And through them settle the dispute between the two.

رصاص البَغي يفجُرُكم ليجري

دمٌ يَزْكو به الوطنُ ازدِراعا

The bullets of oppression burst you open, so that may flow

Blood through which the homeland flourishes in cultivation.

ويُخصِب من رياضِ حقلٌ

يُراح القادمونَ ! به انتِجاعا

And a field among the gardens grows fertile,

Where those to come are refreshed, seeking pasture.

و " سَوطُ " الفاجرينَ يُعيد لحناً

له تترنَّحُ الدنيا استِماعا

And the evildoers' whip repeats a melody

To which the world sways as it listens.

وقَعرُ السجن حيثُ مشتْ " فرنسا "

من " البستيل " ترتَفِعُ ارتفاعا

And the depths of prison, where France marched

From the Bastille, rising ever higher.

والوانٌ من " التعذيب"! تَهدي

سجلَّ " الثورة " الكبرى شُعاعا

And forms of torture bestow

A ray upon the record of the great revolution.

واشباحٌ تُراوحكم قِباحٌ

تَروعُ حَصاتَكم ساعاً فساعا

And ugly ghosts come and go about you,

Terrifying your reason, hour after hour.

هي الاشباحُ من عهد تَرامى

على عهد فترتجفُ ارتِياعا

They are ghosts from an age that sprawled

Over another age, shuddering in terror.

شبابَ اليوم إنكمُ ثمارٌ

سيقطفُها الغدُ الآتي سِراعا

Youth of today, you are fruits

That the coming tomorrow will swiftly pick.

جَنى جيلٌ يعبِّئُ للرزايا

مصايرَه وللذُل اقتناعا

A generation has sinned, mustering for calamities

Its destinies, and acquiescence to humiliation,

على جيلٍ كأنَّ عليه مما

بَنَى البانون من وِزْرٍ قلاعا

Against a generation that seems to bear, from what

The builders built, fortresses of burdens.

بذَوب الفكر يفتتح القَضايا

ويختِمها بمهجته اندفاعا

With the distillation of thought it opens questions,

And seals them with its heart's blood, rushing forward.

دَمَ " الشهداء " لا تذهَبْ هباءً

ولا تجمُدْ بقارعةٍ ضَياعا

O martyrs' blood, do not go in vain,

Nor congeal upon a roadway, wasted.

ولا تشكُ الظِماء فان فينا

دماءً سوفَ تشربُها تِباعا

Nor complain of thirst, for within us

Is blood that you will drink in succession.

ولا تَخَلِ الجفاءَ فلم تُغَيَّبْ

يدٌ تُرعى ، ولا ذمم تُراعى

Nor imagine neglect: there has not been buried

A kindness to cherish, nor pledges to honor.

فما كَدم " الشهيد " اذا تَنادى

كثيرٌ ناثِروهُ اذا تَداعى

Nothing equals a martyr's blood when it calls aloud;

Many scatter it when it calls for aid.

وما تَهَب الصنائع للبَرايا

كما يَهَبُ " الشهيد " لها اصطِناعا

Nor do acts of kindness give humankind

What a martyr gives it in beneficence.

انَفقِدُكم ! ولا نَرعىَ حفاظاً

وتَرعَى البيتَ فاقدةٌ صُواعا

Shall we lose you and fail to keep faith,

Yet a woman who loses a measuring cup tends the house?

اذن! فالثَأر نَنشُده كِذاباً

وصوتُ الحق نسمعُه خِداعا

Then we seek revenge falsely,

And hear the voice of truth deceptively.

اذن! فسَيُوسِعُ التاريخُ رجماً

كِلَينا ، من " أطَلَّ " ومن أضاعا

Then history will lavish its stoning

Upon both of us: those who shed blood with impunity and those who squandered it.

ونحن – اذن – نَسومُ دماً زكيّاً

بعاجلةٍ شِراءً وابتِياعا

And we would then bargain over pure blood

For a fleeting gain, selling and buying.

فالىُّ " زكاً " يُصان – اذن – ويُقْنَى

وايُّ شذاة طهرٍ لن تُباعا

Then what purity would be safeguarded and treasured,

And what waft of purity would not be sold?

ونحن – اذن – على الأشلاء نُزجي

رغائبَنا ! ونُسمنُها رِتاعا

And we would then drive onward, over the torn remains,

Our desires, fattening them as they graze.

فليتَ الحزنَ تُطبقُ فوق سالٍ

سحابتُه وتأبى الإِنقِشاعا

Would that sorrow closed over an oblivious man

With its cloud, refusing to disperse.

وليت الليلَ يغمرهُ دخاناً

وليت الصبحَ يُمطرُه التياعا

Would that night enveloped him in smoke,

And morning rained anguish upon him.

وليت مُنىً يُراودها فِجاراً

تُعاوِده لتنهَشَه ضِباعا

Would that wishes he pursues wickedly

Returned as hyenas to gnaw him.

وليت ضميرَه يثب افتزاعا

من الذكرى وينتفِضُ التذاعا

Would that his conscience leapt in fright

At remembrance, and shuddered, burning.

وليت العارَ يبرحُ مستضيفاً

سريرتَه اصطيافا وارتِباعا

Would that shame tormented him, seeking lodging

In his innermost soul through summer and spring.

وليت امامَ عينيه احتراقاً

جَرىَ كالشمع حاضرهُ وماعا

Would that, burning before his eyes,

His present flowed like wax and melted.

وليت خيالَ ماضيه مَسيخاً !

يَلوح على ملامحِه انطِباعا

Would that the grotesque specter of his past

Appeared imprinted upon his features.

دمَ " الشهداء " انتَ اعزُّ مُلكاً

وقاعُك اشرفُ الدنيا بِقاعا

O martyrs' blood, yours is the mightiest dominion,

And your ground is the noblest of the world's places.

وانت الخُلدُ بالأنهار يَجري

وبالمِسك انتَشَى أرَجاً وضَاعا

You are eternity, flowing in rivers,

And heady with musk, fragrant and diffusing its scent.

دمَ الشهداء كنتَ النارَ شبَّتْ

على الباغين تندَلِعُ اندلاعا

O martyrs' blood, you were the fire that flared

Against the oppressors, blazing fiercely,

تلُفُ طَغامَهمْ نِكساً فنِكساً

إلى يَومٍ تَلفُّهُمُ جِماعا

Enfolding their rabble, wretch after wretch,

Until a day when it enfolds them all together.

إلى يوم تُطيح بما أقاموا

وما اختَطُّوا فتَنسِفُهُ اقتِلاعا

Until a day when you topple what they built

And what they laid out, tearing it up by the roots.

دمَ " الشهداء " اهِدِ الجمعَ يُبصِرْ

طريقاً منك يزدَهِرُ التِماعا

O martyrs' blood, guide the multitude, so it sees

A path from you, shining brilliantly.

أهبَّ له الحواضر والبوادي

وعرِّفْه المَشارفَ والتِلاعا

Rouse for it the cities and the countryside,

And acquaint it with the highlands and the valleys.

متى يَقْحَمْ قِطاعاً من شُرور

فأقحِمْه بسَوْرتِه قِطاعا

Whenever it plunges into a tract of evils,

Drive it, in its fervor, into another tract.

وسدِّدْ من خُطاه اذا توانى

وجدِّدْ من قُواه اذا تََداعى

And straighten its steps when it slackens,

And renew its strength when it falters.

وكن ، إن لفَّه ليلٌ ، شُعاعاً

وان طال الطريق به ، متاعا

And be a ray when night envelops it,

And provisions when its road grows long.

دفعتَ بما استطعتَ الضُرَّ عنه

فزده ما استطعتَ بك انتِفاعا

You warded harm away from it as best you could;

So increase, as best you can, its benefit from you.

وزِدْه ما استطعتَ لك انصياعا

وعما يُغضِبُ الوطَنَ امتِناعا

And increase, as best you can, its obedience to you,

And its abstention from what angers the homeland.

وزِده في الخُطوب بك اعتِزازاً

وحَوْلَ شعارِك الألِقِ اجتماعا

And increase its pride in you amid calamities,

And its unity around your shining banner.

وكنْ فيما اندفَعْتَ شِعارَ جيلٍ

حثيثِ الخطو يأبَى الإرتجاعا

And be, as you surge forward, the emblem of a generation

Swift of step, refusing retreat.

وأعلِنْ بانفطامِك عن شَبابٍ

به يتعلَّلُ الشيخ ارتِضاعا

And proclaim, by weaning yourself from a youth

On which the old man nourishes himself by suckling,

عن الشهوات في الحكمِ ازدجاراً

وعن حكم يُلاث بها ارتِداعا

A rebuke to lusts in government,

And a recoil from rule entwined with them.

دمَ " الشهداء " مهما اسطَعْتَ فادفَع

وحَسْبُ الحر جُهداً ما استطاعا

O martyrs' blood, drive onward however much you can;

It is enough for a free man to strive as much as he can.

إلى الغَمَرات افئدة تَنَزَّى

من " الغَمرات " تَخْشَى الانخِلاعا

Into the perils, hearts that leap

And fear being torn away from those perils.

تُحبُّ الموتَ تغمرُه التحايا

وتأبَى ان تَطيرَ به شَعاعا

They love death enveloped in salutations,

And refuse to scatter into fragments before it.

وتَخْشَى الخُلدَ ، مُفزعةً ، نفوساً

وتهواه ، مُكرِّمةً طُباعا

They fear eternity with frightened souls,

Yet love it with noble natures.

وما انفكت على رِجْلٍ وأخرى

تُخالفها نُكوصاً وانصِياعا

They have stayed with one foot while the other

Opposes it, retreating and submitting.

فأكرِهْها وقُل سيري بسَوطٍ

يُدَمِّي من أبَى سَيْراً وطاعا

So compel them, and say, 'March,' with a whip

That bloodies whoever refuses marching and obedience.

بسَوْطٍ من جُلودٍ ملزماتٍ

بهَدْي الناس يقتَطِعُ اقتِطاعا

With a whip of hides pledged

To guiding the people, cut out resolutely.

تَوَكَّلَ ان يسودَ الناس حكمٌ

يُساوي من أُجيعَ بمن أجاعا

It undertakes that a rule should govern the people

That makes the starved equal to those who starved them,

ويُسقطُ من شِفاهِهُمُ سَواداً

ويمحُو من مَعاجِمهم رَعاعا

And removes 'the common herd' from their lips,

And erases 'rabble' from their dictionaries.

وقل سيري ولا تقفي انتِكاصاً

وانتَ فَسَلْ ولا تقفِ انقِطاعا

And say, 'March, and do not stop in retreat.'

And you, flow; do not stop and break off.

وقل سيري فما يَعْيَا دليلٌ

حَدا من قبلكم فَهَدَى وضاعا

And say, 'March': no guide falters

Who urged on those before you, guided them, and was lost.

وقل سيري اتباعَ أخي افتِداءٍ

مَشَت من خَلفه الأمم اتباعا

And say, 'March,' following a brother in sacrifice

Behind whom the nations marched as followers.

جلبتُ لها " السُمُوَّ " فأوسعتني

من النُّكران ما يصِمُ اتضاعا

I brought them exaltation, yet they overwhelmed me

With ingratitude that marks them with disgrace.

وذُقْتُ الوحشةَ الكبرى فكانت

أنيسَ الناعمين بها اضطجاعا

And I tasted the greatest loneliness, yet it became

A companion to those reclining at ease within it.

وكنت لها انا المجهول علماً

وأخلاقاً وحكماً واشتِراعا

To them I was the unknown one in learning,

In morals, wisdom, and lawmaking.

ومخترعٍ يتيه على كِبراً

ولو لم أجرِ لم يجدِ اختِراعا

And an inventor struts above me in pride,

Yet had I not flowed, he would have found no invention.

وفذٍ " عبقريّ من نَتاجي

تَرَعْرَعَ " صيتُه " ونما وشاعا

And an exceptional genius, sprung from my creation,

Whose fame flourished, grew, and spread,

تجاهَلَني وكنتُ له خيالاً

وأهملني وكنت له يَراعا

Ignored me, though I was his imagination,

And neglected me, though I was his reed pen.

وآخرَ ذي فُتوحٍ أشجعيٍّ

سفحتُ له ليرتبيَ اليَفاعا

And another, a valiant man of conquests,

For whom I poured myself out so he might ascend the heights,

تناسى من له اقتادَ السرايا

ومن كانَ الشَّجاعةَ والشُّجاعا

Forgot who led the companies for him,

And who was courage itself and the courageous man.

ويا اكفانَهم كوني لواءً

وسيعاً يحضُن الهِممَ الوِساعا

O their shrouds, be a banner

Broad enough to embrace vast aspirations.

وسُدي ثُلمةً من كل خَرْقٍ

يَزيدُ الخَرقُ شقتَّه اتساعا

And mend a breach in every tear

Where the tear makes its rift grow wider.

وزِيدِي في خضَمِّ المجد مَوْجاً

وكوني من سفائِنه شِراعا

And add waves to the vast sea of glory,

And be a sail of its ships.