حلولٌ حال أفرقَنا مجالا

هَصوراً يقنص الأُسدَ الدِّحالا

The time of our separation has arrived

Portraying the lion pouncing on the serpent

تقمصْنا به جلبابَ حزمٍ

يقينا سردُه الأمرَ المحالا

We donned the cloak of resolve

Surely telling the impossible tale

دعانا دعوةً والعقلُ ساهٍ

فعاد برفده يزهو صقالا

He called us with an invitation, though the mind was oblivious

So it returned with its refinement shining smooth

توسَّمْنا به تمثالَ برٍّ

فكان على حقيقته كمالا

We imagined it a statue of righteousness

Yet it was in its essence perfection

عَرَوناه على الأكوار لما

برا من أصلنا داءً عضالا

We presented it to the masses when

A disease, intractable, showed from our origin

وذلك يوم حل ببيت عَنيا

شعاعٌ أفعمَ المغنى اشتعالا

And that was the day rays entered the house of Onias

A blaze making song erupt into flames

يرفرف فوق رسل اللَه جهراً

يضيء بألسنٍ كانت مثالا

It flutters over the messengers of God openly

Lighting with tongues that were exemplary

يؤثِّل فيهمُ فخراً رفيعاً

يدرِّعهم مع الأبدي الجلالا

Boasting through them a noble pride

Shielding them, together with the Eternal Majesty

وأفشى بينهم سرّاً مصوناً

فكان الرمز عندهمُ المقالا

And it divulged among them a guarded secret

Thus the symbol to them was the word

ففاءوا بالفصاحة مذ تَردَّوا

رداءً بالمعالي قد تلالا

So they excelled in eloquence when they donned

A mantle embroidered with sublime virtues

فكانوا ينطقون بكل فنٍّ

لغاتٌ عدُّها يُفضي الكلالا

Thus they spoke every art

Tongues, enumerating them, the mind falls short

فسارت فرقةٌ منهم يميناً

وسارت فرقةٌ منهم شمالا

One group went right

And one group went left

فبعضٌ قابل البُشرى جنوباً

وبعضٌ قابل البشرى شمالا

Some met good tidings in the south

And some met good tidings in the north

فجالوا ثم جابوا كل أرضٍ

ولم يعلو المطايا والجِمالا

They toured then traversed every land

Neither saddle-beasts nor camels took to flight

فبينا أن تراهم في وهادٍ

تراهم يرقلون بها القِلالا

While you see them in the valleys

You see them climbing up the hills

تراموا مفحمِين بكل قفرٍ

تخال الماء في الصحراء آلا

They flung themselves, covered in ashes, into every ruin

Imagining water in the desert, mirages

يخوضون الغمارَ بعزم جأشٍ

فيحمي سيرُهم فيها النصالا

Plunging into the thick dust with fervent resolve

Their traveling through it shielded by swords

يذودون الأذى من كل عانٍ

فكانوا للرويّات اعتدالا

Warding off harm from all the helpless

Thus they were justice for mysteries

فكم ضاءت حنادسُ من ضياهم

وقد كانت ظلاماً بل ضلالا

How their lanterns shone with their illumination

When before they were darkness, rather misguidance

تخطُّوا المُخطراتِ وهم مواضٍ

فصادوا كل من خاض النزالا

They overcame dangers while composed

Subduing all who entered into combat

عليهم جَوشَنُ التقوى تقيهم

ذُبابَ الهند والسُمرَ الطوالا

The armor of piety protects them

From the flies of India and tall poisonous snakes

وشاحهمُ السوابغ مسبغاتٍ

وتلك أمانةٌ تُقصي المِحالا

Their trailing robes dyed

And that is a trust removing the impossible

وسيفُ الروح في يمنى حماهم

فلا يخشون منه الإغتيالا

The sword of the spirit in their right hand

So they do not fear betrayal from it

وتخفق دونهم راياتُ نصرٍ

تعيد بُدورَ أعداهم هلالا

The banners of victory flutter below them

Returning their enemies to crescent shapes

وقد نبذوا الورى عنهم وراءً

وقادوا بالوعيد من استقالا

They discarded the world's reign behind them

And led those who resisted with menace

وطافوا ثم داسوا كلَّّ قَرْمٍ

يَقُدُّ بعزم سطوتِه السَّعالا

They circled then trampled every obstinate tyrant

Marching with the might of his coughing

تراهم في المشارق شمسَ نُجحٍ

كما كانوا بمغربها ظلالا

You see them in the east, a sun of success

As they had been in its west, shadows

لهم من علمهم في كل نادٍ

جهابذةٌ يرون الإكتمالا

From their knowledge in every club

There are giants who envision perfection

شُذورُ كلامهم في سلك نظمٍ

يزيد نحور نائطها جمالا

Sparks of their speech in prose composition

Add to the necks of its camels beauty

فكان كلامهم في الأرض ملحاً

يزيلُ فسادها والإغتيالا

Thus their speech on earth was salt

Expelling its corruption and treachery

فأين العائشون بها بجهلٍ

وأين الشائدون بها الضلالا

Then where are those living in it in ignorance?

And where are those who in it have gone astray?

وأين بها ملوك الروم طرّاً

فكم صال الغبي بها وجالا

And where in it are the arrogant kings of Rome

So many the foolish have trod upon it and wandered

وكم كانت بها اليونان تعلو

بحكمتها ارتقاءً واختيالا

And how high the Greeks in it rose

In their wisdom, climbing and vaunting

وكم ألقت نفوسٌ من علاءٍ

كأن بفَلق منطقها نِبالا

And how many noble souls

As if its eloquent speech were arrows

ففاجتهم على ذُعرٍ رجالٌ

سَراةٌ لا يهابون الرجالا

So they took them by surprise in panic

Men, horsemen, who do not fear men

تراهم مرسَلين وهم سيادٌ

يُحيلُ الذيبَ أضعفُهم غزالا

You see them unleashed while they are lions

The weakest of them turns the wolf into a gazelle

فأعيَوا كلَّ منطيقٍ قَوُولٍ

فولى وهو يشكو الإنخذالا

So they exhausted every strong orator

Who then turned away complaining of withdrawal

فكم من ميّتٍ نشروه لما

أروه بالصليب الإشتمالا

And how many dead they revived when

They saw them wearing the cross

وكم من أكمهٍ أبرَوا عماه

فأبصر بعدها ضَوّاً تلالا

And how many blind they cured of blindness

Who then saw plains after hills

وكم من أحسبٍ قد طهروه

وزادوه جمالاً بل كمالا

And how many madmen they purified

And increased in beauty, indeed perfection

وكم متشيطنٍ زانوا حِجاه

برسم صليبهم رسماً تعالى

And how many possessed they freed

Adorning their brows with the sign exalted

وكم من مقعدٍ حلُّوا بعزمٍ

شكائمَه فحاز الإنتقالا

And how many paralyzed, with resolve,

They enabled to move freely

وكم من أبكمٍ قد أنطقوه

غدا قسَّ الفصاحة فاستقالا

And how many mutes they made speak

Who then attained mastery of rhetoric

وقادوا الحائدين إلى هُداءٍ

ولما اندقَّ طودُ الكفر مالا

And led the straying into guidance

And when the wall of unbelief inclined

ولما أشرقت شمس المُعزِّي

بأفق الرسل مزَّقَت المِحالا

And the sun of the Comforter rose

On the horizon of the messengers, tearing through barriers

فكانوا كالشهور الغر عدّاً

أو الأبراج حكماً واعتدالا

They were like the noble months in number

Or constellations in wisdom and composure

زعيمُهم الصفا وبها عِياناً

يَفُلُّ عناد شانيه انفلالا

Their chief, the Pristine, through whom is perception

The obstinacy of his detractors crushed into collapse

ولما أن قضى بديار روما

رئيساً صاب فيها الإنتقالا

And when in the land of Rome he passed

As leader, transitioning there

وخلَّف بعده حبراً جليلاً

حليماً يَرؤُسُ الدنيا كمالا

He left behind him an eminent patriarch

Wise, presiding over the world perfectly

فما زالت له الخلفاء تتلو

إلى أيامنا بل لن تزالا

Thus for him successors followed continuously

To our present day, and will not cease to

ترى كرسيَّه يوماً فيوماً

به الآثار تُفهمُك الجلالا

You see his throne daily

By it, traces make you comprehend majesty

له منا السلام ونحن ندعو

بطاعته يميناً أو شمالا

From us, peace, as we pray

With obedience to him, right or left