كَلْبٌ قَبيلي وكَلْبٌ خيرُ مَنْ وَلَدَتْ
حَوَّاءُمِنْ عَرَبٍ غُرٍّ ومِنْ عَجَمِ
A tribal dog, and a dog is better than
All the sons Hawwa bore, be they Arabs or not.
وعَيّرتْنا وما إِنْ طُلَّ في أُحُدٍ
وطُلَّ في مُؤْتَةٍ والدِّينُ لَمْ يرمِ
You reviled us, though never in Uhud
Did we fail, nor in Mu'tah when faith was yet green.
غَداةَ مُؤْتَةَ والإِشْراكُ مُكْتَهِلٌ
والدِّينُ أَمْرَدُ لَمْ يَيْفَعْ فَيَحْتَلِمِ
The morn of Mu'tah, pagans drank deep;
Faith was limp, no strength left, no vigor or vim.
ويَوْمَ صِفِّينَ مِنْ بَعْدِ الخَريبةِ كَمْ
دَمٍ أُطِلَّ لنصرِ الدِّينِ إِثْرَ دَمِ
And the day of Siffin, after days so harsh,
How much blood was shed for faith, after blood so grim!
وفي الفُراتِ فِداءَ السِّبْطِ قد تُرِكَتْ
أَشْلاؤنا في الوَغَى لَحْماً على وَضَمِ
In Euphrates, for Al Sibt we were left as
Meat, limbs strewn, moist flesh on dry bone, so slim.
غَداةَ شَالَتْ مِنَ التّقْوى نَعامتها
وآذَنَتْ صَعَقَاتُ الحَقِّ بالنِّقَمِ
When the ostrich of piety tucked in her feathers,
And the thunder of truth yelled its warning, its threat.
إِنْ تَعْبِسي لَدَمٍ مِنّا هُريقَ بها
فقد حَقَنّا دَمَ الإسلامِ فابْتَسِمِي
If my face is clouded, ‘tis but blood of ours
That was shed; we poured ours to defend the true dream.
فاقْعُدْ وقُمْ عالماً أَنْ لَوْ تُطَوِّقَها
بغَيْرِ أَحْمَدَ لَمْ تَقْعُدْ ولَمْ تَقُمِ
So sit or stand knowing that, were you girded
By other than Ahmad's own House, you'd not rise or sit.
أقامَ حِصْنٌ عليهم حِصن مَكْرمَةٍ
يَرْتَجُّ طَوْداهُ بالنُّقْمَى وبالنِّعَمِ
A castle they built, Castle Quraysh so strong
That it shook with indulgence, pleasure, and whim.
إذا غَدَتْ خيلُهُمْ تَخْدي بهمْ خَبَباً
لنجدةٍ عَدَتِ الآجالَ في الخَذَمِ
When their steeds crept up slow, dragging their riders to
Succor the causes whose time is running thin.
كَمْ عَرَّضُوا أَيْدِياً بِيضاً مُكَرَّمَةً
للعُدْمِ مِنْ طولِ ما انْتَاشُوا مِنَ العَدَمِ
How they held forth their noble hands, white as pearls,
To doom, after glory of all they had been!
أُسْدٌ يَرَوْنَ الرَّدى المُفْضي بأَنْفُسِهِمْ
إلى الثّرَى عُمُراً يُفْضِي إلى الهَرَمِ
A lion they were; and life to them meant only
Gift of themselves to dust, from vigor to rim.
