نَحنُ للأَيَّامِ غُنْمٌ ونَفَلْ
تَرحَلُ الأحداثُ عنَّا أو تَحُلّْ
We are the days' spoils and surplus
Events move away from us or settle
نَقبَلُ الضَّيْمَ مِنَ الدَّهْرِ وهَلْ
للَّذي نأباهُ بالدَّهْرِ قِبَلْ
We accept the injustice of fate, no matter what
We refuse what we dislike in fate, no matter what
وإذا ما زَلَّتِ النَّعْلُ بِنا
فمِنَ الأيَّامِ لا منَّا الزَّلَلْ
And if our sandal slips from under us
It’s the days’ doing, not ours the stumbling
نُوَبٌ قُلْنا لِعادٍ قبلَنا
إنَّ مِن ذاتِ العِمادِ المُرتَحَلْ
We say missteps to a nation before us
That the pillar itself is bound to crumble
فانثَنَوا عن ذلك الشُّربِ الذي
صار عَلاً لسِواهُم ونَهَلْ
So they desisted from that addiction
Which had become haughty to others and withdrawn
بعدَما غَصَّتْ بأسيافِهِمُ
كُثُبُ السَّهْلِ وأوعارُ الجَبَلْ
After their swords had swarmed
The plains’ hills and the mountains’ crevices
ورَمَتْ طَسْماً فُقلْ في غَرَضٍ
تَتحَدَّاهُ يداها بشُعَلْ
And it threw spears recklessly, so say to the one
Whose hands challenge it with flames
وأظَلَّتْ صاحبَ الحَضْرِ فما
بَرِحَتْ حتى غدا تحتَ الأَظَل
And it shaded the city’s lord, it did not
Budge until the next day under shade
وأرى الأملاكَ من أُسرَتِنا
قَصَدَتْ مُلْكهُمُ حتّى اضمَحَلّ
And I see the kings among our wives
Heading to their realm until they wither
أَلبَسَتْ قَوماً سِواهُم حَلْيَهُم
ثم بَزَّتْهُ فراحُوا بالعَطَلْ
It dressed other people in their finest garments
Then stripped them, so they were left in rags
فكأَنَّ الدَّهرَ لم يَجْمَعْ لَهُمْ
رَغَدَ العَيْشِ وإرغامَ الدُّوَلْ
So it is as if fate did not grant them
The joy of living and subduing regimes
فاسأَلِ الحِيرَةَ عن جَبَّارِها
حينَ يَوماه حياةٌ وأجَلْ
Ask Ḥīrah about its tyrants
When each day they live is a term and an end
يَرتَدي ظِلَّ السَّديَرْينِ فإنْ
شَبَّتِ الحربُ ارتدى ظِلَّ الأَسَلْ
He wears the shadow of the two armories, and if
War sparked, he wears the shadow of weapons
والمَنايا الحُمْرُ في ساحَتِه
ماثلاتٌ بين وَمْضٍ وزَجَلْ
And red deaths in his field
Looming between a twinkle and battle
وسَلِ الإيوانَ عن أربابِه
كيفَ جَدَّتُ لَهُمُ تلكَ الرِّحَلْ
And ask the palace about its lords
How strict their packing for travel had become
نَفَلَتْهُم عن فَضاءٍ واسعٍ
يَسرَحُ الطَّرْفُ به حتى يَمَلّ
It dismissed them from a vast space
In which the gaze roams until it tires
وجِنانٍ ذُلِّلَتْ أثمارُها
بينَ أمواهٍ نَميراتٍ وظِلّ
And tamed gardens whose fruits
Were between sprinkled and shaded streams
نحنُ أغراضُ خُطوبٍ إن رَمَتْ
حَيَّرَتْ في دِقَّةِ الرَّمْيِ ثُعَلْ
We are the objects of hardships, if they aimed
They missed in the precision of shooting
وإذا ما اختلفَتْ أسهُمُها
فأَصابَتْ بَطَلَ القومِ بِطَلْ
And if their arrows differed
And hit the hero of the people by chance
يا بني فَهْدٍ هو الدهرُ الذي
نالَ من عِزِّكُمُ ما لم يَنَلْ
O clan of Fahd, it is fate which
Took from your glory what it did not take
أشرَقَتْ أيَّامُكُمْ ثمَّ دَجَتْ
وسجَى ظِلُّكُمُ ثم انتقَلْ
Your days shone then darkened
And your shadow stretched then moved
نَقَضَ الدَّهْرُ بكم أوتارَه
من ملوكٍ ذَلَّلُوا الدَّهْرَ فذَلّ
Fate broke its strings with you
Of kings who tamed fate, so it tamed
أين أَيديكُم إذا الخطبُ عَرَا
وأياديكم إذا الجَدْبُ شَمَلْ
Where are your hands when war looms
And where are your hands when drought takes over
وَدّعَتْ دُنياكُمُ بَهجَتَها
واستوَى الأربابُ فيها والخَوَلْ
Your life bid its bliss farewell
And the lords became equal to the slaves in it
ولو أنَّ العِزَّ أثوَى دَهْرَه
في قَبيلٍ لَثَوى فيكم وحَلّ
Had glory found home for its age
It would have dwelled in you and settled
وعَسى الأيّامُ تَرتاحُ لكُمْ
فيَعودَ الهَمُّ بِالعَوْدِ جَذِلْ
And perhaps days will settle for you
So worry returns sparingly
فلَكَمْ مُشْفٍ على الحَتْفِ نَجا
ومَريضٍ قد رَأيناه أبلّ
For how many recovering from wounds survived
And how many sick we saw heal
هل أرى أيديَكُمْ مبسوطةً
بينَ حاَليْنِ سَماحٍ وقُبَلْ
Will I see your hands spread out
Between two states, generosity and acceptance
والعَطايا الغُرُّ تَنْهَلُّ على
آملي جُودِكُمُ أو تَستَهِلّ
And plentiful gifts pour
Onto those hopeful of your generosity or begging
بعدَما وَدَّعتُها مُقْلِعَةً
مِثْلَما وَدَّعَ ذو الشَّيْبِ الغَزَلْ
After I bid it farewell disgusted
Like those with white hair bidding youth farewell
وهَلِ الناسُ الأخيرونَ إذا
جَرَتِ الأقدارُ إلاّ كالأُوَلْ
Are latter people when
The fates occur any different than the former
وضَحَتْ آثارهُمْ ثم عَفَتْ
وبدا سَعدُهُمُ ثمَّ أَفَلْ
Their ruins appeared then vanished
And their fortune shone then declined