تَأَوَّبَ عَينُكَ عُوّارُها
وَعادَ لِنَفسِكَ تَذكارُها
Your eyes have become sleepless, and their torment has returned to you.
I recalled one of your nights when you were sleepless while its guardian slept.
وَإِحدى لَياليكَ راجَعتُها
أَرِقتَ وَنُوِّمَ سُمّارُها
The eye did not taste the sweetness of slumber until its eyelids grew pale.
The mourners of Abi Qasim arose, so their flowing tears poured down.
وَما ذاقَت العَينُ طَعمَ الرُقا
دِ حَتّى تَبَلَّجَ إِسفارُها
The eyes rightly weep for the son of Al-Ashajj continuously with no respite,
Their eyelashes shedding tears for him without end.
وَقامَ نُعاةُ أَبي قاسِمٍ
فَأَسبَلَ بِالدَمعِ تَحدارُها
When you were laid to rest, Muhammad, the lands and the trees wept for you.
Whenever you are remembered, they cry. A pledge betrayed by a neighbor,
فَحَقُّ العُيونِ عَلى اِبنِ الأَشَج
جِ أَن لا يُفَتَّرُ تَقطارُها
A night of winter with no comforts of wealth where even dogs do not bark except for the desert grouse,
Neither clothes nor furs provide warmth. But you, Muhammad, give warmth to the naked.
وَأَلّا تَزالَ تُبَكّي لَهُ
وَتَبتَلَّ بِالدَمعِ أَشفارُها
Your eye sockets remain open as the fat runs from them.
When the cooking pot boils, even your silent ones speak.
عَلَيكَ مُحَمَّدُ لَمّا ثَوَي
تَ تَبكي البِلادُ وَأَشجارُها
O granter of the morning’s radiance when the spears and swords glint!
O granter of the smooth cheek, which may entrance a row of poets!
وَما يَذكُرونَكَ إِلّا بَكَوا
إِذا ذِمَةٌ خانَها جارُها
O granter of the maidens’ antiphonal singing inpythonanywherees!
You were like the Tigris hurling its currents into the sea.
وَعارِيَةٍ مِن لَيالي الشِتا
ءِ لا يَتَمَنَّحُ أَيسارُها
You were solid ice when it was sought to pass over you.
When a town clanged the bells of war, you would send the keen-eyed against it until its news reached you.
وَلا يَنبَحُ الكَلبُ فيها العَقو
رَ إِلّا الهَريرَ وَتَختارُها
By the permission of He who assembled the cavalry for that in their training ground
And who feeds the horses oats through you until their snorts are made harmonious.
وَلا يَنفَعُ الثَوبَ فيها الفَتى
وَلا رَبَّةَ الخِدرِ تَخدارُها
The Pictish archer knows you break the forelocks (of horses).
Oh, what a day when the tribes failed you and your horsemen fled,
وَأَنتَ مُحَمَّدُ في مِثلِها
مُهينُ الجَزائِرِ نَحّارُها
While the horses returned vanquished, stumbling, their hindquarters lashed!
On the shore of brackish Lake Lusmagh and your loyal servants and candle-lighters gathered around you.
تَظَلُّ جِفانُكَ مَوضوعَةً
تَسيلُ مِنَ الشَحمِ أَصبارُها
You risked yourself for their sake, attaining horrible adversity!
Do not distance yourself from Abi Qasim! A soul can reach its limit.
وَما في سِقائِكَ مُستَنطَقٌ
إِذا الشولُ رَوِّحَ أَغبارُها
Events have destroyed our masters. Nights go on and repeat themselves.
فَيا واهِبَ الوُصَفاءِ الصَبا
حِ إِن شُبِّرَت ثَمَّ أَشبارُها
وَيا واهِبَ الجُردِ مِثلِ القِدا
حِ قَد يُعجِبُ الصَفَّ شُوّارُها
وَيا واهِبَ البَكَراتِ الهِجا
نِ عوذاً تَجاوَبُ أَبكارُها
وَكُنتَ كَدِجلَةَ إِذ تَرتَمي
فَيقذِفُ في البَحرِ تَيّارُها
وَكُنتَ جَليداً وَذا مِرَّةٍ
إِذا يُبتَغى مِنكَ إِمرارُها
وَكُنتَ إِذا بَلدَةٌ أَصفَقَت
وَآذَنَ بِالحَربِ جَبّارُها
بَعَثتَ عَلَيها ذَواكي العُيو
نِ حَتّى تَواصَلَ أَخبارُها
بِإِذنٍ مَنَ اللَهِ وَالخَيلُ قَد
أُعِدَّ لِذَلِكَ مِضمارُها
وَقَد تُطعَمُ الخَيلُ مِنكَ الوَجي
فَ حَتّى تُنَبَّذُ أَمهارُها
وَقَد تَعلَمُ البازِلُ العَيسَجو
رُ أَنَّكَ بِالخَبتِ حَسّارُها
فَيا أَسَفا يَومَ لا قَيتَهُم
وَخانَت رِجالَكَ فُرّارُها
وَأَقبَلَتِ الخَيلُ مَهزومَةً
عِثاراً تُضَرَّبُ أَدبارُها
بِشَطِّ حَروراءَ وَاِستَجمَعَت
عَلَيكَ المَوالي وَسَحّارُها
فَأَخطَرتَ نَفسَكَ مِن دونِهِم
فَحازَ الرَزيئَةَ إِخطارُها
فَلا تَبعَدَنَّ أَبا قاسِمٍ
فَقَد يَبلُغُ النَفسَ مِقدارُها
وَأَفنى الحَوادِثُ ساداتَنا
وَمَرُّ اللَيالي وَتَكرارُها
