هَاجَ مَا اكتَنَّ مِن دَفِينِ الدَّار
طَلَلٌ باللِّوَى لِوَى الأوداءِ
The grief that was hidden in the ruins of the house overflowed,
A trace on the sands where loved ones once tread,
وَنضَا الصبرَ والعزاءَ وأذكَى
نَارَ بَرحِ الأحزَانِ في الأحشاءِ
Patience and solace were awakened, igniting
A fire of sorrows in my heart's depths,
وانتَضَى الوجدَ والجوى والأسَى
والسُّدَ من جَفنِ مُقلَةِ الأقذَاءِ
And passion, longing, and melancholy were kindled,
As tears flowed from my heavy eyelids,
وأفَاضَ الدَّمَوعَ تجري كما تجري
ثُقُوبِ المَفرِيةِ الوَفرَاءِ
Running like the holes of a pouring waterskin,
A trace after days of companionship with chaste friends,
طَلَلُ بَعدَ عَهدِ دَعد عَفَتهُ
النَّكبَاءِ والقُومَاءِ
The righteous and the nobles.
Its beauty was wasted by nights of yearning
عَطِلت جِيَدهُ اللَّيَالِى وَصَولاَ
تُ إنهِلاَلاَتِ الدِّيمَةِ الهَطلاَءِ
For the downpours of the constant drizzle,
Its signs faded and its prime vanished,
وَتَعَفَّت آياتُه واضمَحلَّت
وَتَرَدَّى مِن سَابِغَاتِ العَفاءِ
Deteriorating from its pristine perfection.
If it appears now as an empty wasteland
إن يَرُج قَفراً فِيهِ أدُمٌ عَوَاهِيجُ
وعِينٌ تَحنُو على الأطلاَءِ
With confused tracks and a weeping eye for its ruins,
The beholder sees in it only a mirage
لَم يَرَى الرَّائِى فِيهِ إلاَّ نؤياً
بَعدَ لأىٍ يَبدُو لَعَينِ الرَّائِى
After the lovely vision that appeared to his eye.
For how many graceful wild cows were in it,
فَلَكَم مَاسَ فِيهِ مِن ذَاتِ دَلٍّ
خَدلَةِ السَّاقِ بضَّةٍ حَورَاءِ
With smooth legs and fawn-like eyes.
And maidens with pendulous breasts and round hips
فَعمَةش الرِّدفِ لَدنَةِ القذَّ مِخلاَ
فِ المَواعِيدِ طَفلَةٍ عَدراءِ
In their youthful prime with naïve coquetry,
Ladies of prominent lineage and soft beauty
غَادَةٍ غَصَّ مِعصَمَاهَا وحِجلاَ
هَا عَرُوبٍ وَهنَانَةٍ غَيدَاءِ
Whose kisses after fate's blow had the taste of myrrh,
And honey and golden nectar,
بِلَمَاهَا بَعدَ الكَرى طعم مَشجُو
جِ السَّوَارِى والشُّهدِ والصهباء
And who had a melody at which the earth quaked
And the barren desert burst into bloom,
وَلَهَا نَغمَةٌ يَزِلُّ لها الأر
وَى وَيَنفَضُّ يَابسُ الصَّفوَاءِ
While their wine-stained mouths
Were colored by passion's dye.
وَبَنَانُ خِضِيبِها من دم العُشَاقِ
قَد عُلِّلاَّ مِن الحِنَّاءِ
And how often I visited its dwellings after they were lost,
While my enemies only sought my ruin.
وَلَكَم زُرتُ فيه دَعداً وَدعدٌ
بَينَ أعدَاءَ هَمُّهُمُ إردَائِى
Yet separation from it did not make me forget it,
Nor did the blame of those who censured my love,
إنَّ دَعداً لم يُسلني العَذلُ عَنها
ومَلامِى في حبها إرَائِى
O Dauḍ, if only your acceptance could heal
My heart, sickened by following selfish passions,
دَعدُ هَلاَّ شَفَيتِ قَلبَ مُعَنّى
مُستَجنٍّ مِن لاَعِدِ الأهوَاءِ
O Dauḍ, how often I was passionately in love with you,
Enamored with the stars and flower gardens,
دَعدُ كَم بِتُّ مُغرَماً بِكِ مُشتَا
قاً سميراً للنجم والجَوزَاءِ
And how often I endured the insults of separation
Just for the chance to meet you, though you were hostile.
ولَكُم جُزتُ فَيلَقاً جَحفَلاً مَجراً
لِلِقيَاكِ كَانَ مِن اعدائى
O Dauḍ, I have not forgotten you through long absence,
No, nor has your resistance kept me from meeting you,
دَعدُ إنني لم يُنسِنِيكِ التَّنَائِى
لاَ ولاَ طولٌ صَدِّكُم عَن لِقَائِى
So have mercy on a faithful lover whom
The ruins and passing days have wasted away,
فارحَمِى عَاشِقاً عَمِيداً اشجَتهُ
دَارِسَاتُ الأطلاَلِ والآنَاءِ
And whom your glances like arrows shot by
Dark-eyed gazelles have struck deaf and dumb.
وَرَمَاهُ مِنكُم فَأصمَاهُ وَجداً
سَهمُ ألحَاظِ مُقلَةٍ نَجلاَءِ
And the wailing nights and echoes
And terrifying jinn with their eerie sounds
وَموَامٍ مُغبرَّةِ الأرجَاءِ
نَائحَاتُ الأيوَامِ والأصدَاءِ
As if the clamors were intermingled with each other.
I came at night while darkness covered the plump arms
مًُنكَرَاتٍ لِلجَنِّ فيها عزيفٌ
كَإختِلاَطِ الضَّوضَاءِ بالضَّوضَاءِ
And bosoms of maidens on a pleasure outing.
She rushes like a phoenix, longing in her seclusion
جُبتُ والليلُ مظلم فوق فَتلاَ
ءِ الدّراعين جَسرَةٍ وَجنَاءِ
For the thickets and ruined dwellings,
The oryx begins to bellow mournfully when
حُرَّةٍ كالفَنِيقِ تَشتَاقُ عَن غِببتِ
السُّرَى لِلإرقَالِ والدَّيدَاءِ
Weariness makes her indifferent at the cistern,
Soon the weeks after separation will pass
وَتَبُدُّ الصَّعلَ الأشَّكَّ إذَا مَا العِيسُ
صَارَت حَسرَى مِنَ الإعيَاءِ
And the honest youth will return at daybreak,
The brilliant sun of guidance, the Imam Abu Bakr,
سَوفَ تَدني بَعدَ التَّرَامِى أسَابِيعَ
فَتَى الصِّدقِ غُرَّةِ الأندَاءِ
The pious protector of the radiant Way.
Through him glory was established after ruin
نَجلَ شَمسِ الهُدَى الإمَامِ أبي بِكِر
التَّقِى حَامِى السنة الغَرَّاءِ
And error corrected after going astray,
Through him the darkness of ignorance faded into morning
مَن بِهِ المَجدُ شِيدَ بَعدِ إنهَدَامٍ
وبِهِ الغَىُّ هُدَّ بَعدَ البِنَاءِ
And knowledge shone after being hidden,
O refuge of the weak in every tribulation,
وبِهِ رَبعُ الجَهلُ آضَ يَبَاباً
وبِهِ العِلمُ ضَاءَ بَعدَ الخَفَاءِ
O generous one of mothers and fathers,
O life of the two brilliances, O meeting of the two seas,
يَا مَلاَذَ اللَّهِيفِ في كُلِّ خَطبٍ
يَا كَرِيمَ الأمَّاتِ والآبَاءِ
O you who warn and encourage,
O protector of the orphans and shelter for all humanity,
يَا إيَاةَ الشمسين يا مجمَع البحرينِ
ياذَا التَّحذِيرِ والإغرَاءِ
O source of kindness spreading in every region,
O Imam of the pious in knowledge, O you who are
يا ثِمَالَ الأيتَامِ والناسِ طُرّاً
يَا مُفِيضَ الآلاءِ في اللاَّوَاءِ
The guiding lamp in the dark night,
I have a heart that ignorance and corruption have ruled,
يَا إِمامَ الفُرَّاءِ في العِلم يَا مَن
هُو نِبَراسُ دُجيَةِ العَوصَاءِ
So it is a den of echoing voices,
Weak, neglecting righteousness and seemliness,
إنَّ لِى قَلباً خَيَّمَ الجَهلُ والفَسِقُ بِهِ
فَهُو عَيبةُ الأَصدَاءِ
Quickly inclined to error and disgrace,
It has made desire and selfish whims its masters,
مُتَوانٍ وَاهٍ عنِ الرشد والحُللا
سَرِيعاً لِلغَىِّ والعَورَاءِ
Misguided by corrupt opinions,
It was long engrossed in musical gatherings
قَلَّدَ النفسَ والهَوَى مِنه جهلا
فَهُو مُغرًى بِفَاسِدِ الآرَاءِ
And drinking spiced wine from rosy lips
Of singing girls, so rectify its mirror
طَالَمَا كان مُغرَماً بتلاَحِينِ
مَزَامِيرِ القينَةِ
Through discipline and wisdom's recitation,
And make it gentle, for how often have you softened
وارتِشَافِ الصَّهبَا وشَمَّ الخُزَامَى
مِن شِفَاهِ المَِيشُورَةِ اللَّميَاءِ
Hearts harder than solid rock through your mention,
And save it, for it will be most wretched if not saved
فَأجلُ أصدَا مِرآتِهِ وَاقَمة
بِثِقَافِ التَّأذِيبِ والإقرَاءِ
From being barren and unproductive.
May your prayers be upon me like the gentle wind
واَلِنهُ فَكَم الَنتَ بِذَكرَا
كَ قُلُوباً أقسَى مِنَ الصَّفوَاءِ
And ambergris perfume on one honored with the Night Journey.
How the leaves of sadness for you have withered, and how my yearning
وَتَدَارَكهُ فَهوَ أشقَى إذَا لَم
يُتَدَارَك مِن عَاقِرِ الكُومَاءِ
Has ceased that once cried out in passion.
وصلاةُ كالرَّاحِ وكَشَذَا المسكِ
على مَن خُصَّ بالإسرَاءِ
ما شَدَا وُرقُ الأيكِ فِيهِ وما حَننَ مِنَ
الوَجدِ المُستَهامِ النَّائِى
