رزئت بمن لا أملك العين بعدهُ
ففي كلِّ ما حين لها عبرةٌ تترى
I was bereaved of one after whom I have no command over my eyes;
at every moment, tear follows tear from them.
وإنّي لأنساهُ ذُهولاً وحَيرَةً
وما ذلك النّسيان إلا من الذكرى
Indeed, in my bewilderment and confusion, I forget him—
yet that forgetting arises only from remembrance.
عدمت أبا مروانَ حين وجدتُهُ
ولم تبقَ في يُسرى خلائقه عسرا
I lost Abu Marwan just when I had found him,
when no hardship remained amid the gentleness of his nature.
وحين أقرَّ العينَ شرخُ شبابه
وتمت به النُعمى وحفت به البشرى
Just when the first bloom of his youth delighted the eye,
when blessings were perfected through him and glad tidings surrounded him.
وكنتُ إذا أيقظته لملمةٍ
أخذتُ الكرى عن مقلةٍ منه لا تكرى
Whenever some crisis roused him,
I drove sleep from my eye because of him; it would not sleep.
وطارَت به الجُلَّى إلى كل هَيعَةٍ
واثباجُها تُطوى وأوداجها تُفرى
Grave dangers bore him flying toward every cry of alarm,
while broad backs were folded beneath him and jugulars slit.
ومن قبلُ ما خاضَ البحارَ مُصَمّماً
إلى البيتِ حتى استلأَم الرّكنَ والحِجرا
Before that, he had resolutely crossed the seas
to the Sacred House, until he touched the Corner and the Stone,
وقفى إلى قبر الرسُول بزورةٍ
فَقَضى ووفى الحقَّ والفَرض والنذرا
then went on to the Messenger’s tomb for a visit,
discharging and fulfilling every right, duty, and vow.
وعفر في تلكَ المعالم وجهَهُ
سجوداً لمولىً يملك الخلق والأمرا
At those holy sites he rubbed his face in the dust,
prostrating to a Lord who rules creation and command.
وقد كنتُ في تلكَ السبيل احتسبته
وأضمرت يأساً عن لقائي له صبرا
On that journey I had already resigned myself to losing him for God’s reward,
and patiently harbored despair of ever meeting him again.
فرُدَّ على رغم الخُطوبِ مُسَلَّماً
وقد حازَ من آثاره في التُّقى فَخرا
Yet He returned him safely to me despite the perils,
after he had won from that journey glory in piety.
وزشدت به وجداً كما ازدادَ غِبطةً
وحُزتُ إلى عُمري بريعانهِ عُمرا
My yearning for him grew as he grew in happiness,
and through the springtime of his youth I gained another lifetime beyond my own.
وطوَّلتُ آمالي رجاءَ بقائِهِ
فأسفَر ذاك الطُّول عن مُدّةٍ قَصرا
I prolonged my hopes, hoping he might remain;
but that prolonging disclosed the shortness of my allotted term.
وأسلمني في كُربَة مُدلَهِمّةٍ
نزلتُ ولم أملك على حُكمها قسرا
It delivered me into pitch-black anguish,
which descended while I had no power to resist its decree.
تقسّمني ما بين حَيٍّ وميّتٍ
فمن مَعشَرٍ قَتلى ومن مَعشَرٍ أسرى
It divided me between one living and one dead:
part of me among a company of the slain, and part among a company of captives.
وكان ظهيراً لي عَليهم وفيهمُ
أشدُّ به أزراً وأحمي به ظهرا
He had been my supporter against them and among them;
through him I strengthened my arm and shielded my back.
فهوَ عند فقده فقد من مضى
وصارَت به الكُبرى التي كانت الصُّغرى
Thus, when I lost him, I lost all those who had passed before,
and through him the calamity that had been the lesser became the greater.
وما ماتَ إلا بعدَما مات قِرنُهُ
ولاقَاهُ من هَبَّاتِهِ الضَّيغمُ الأضرى
He did not die until his peer had died,
and amid his fierce assaults the fiercest lion met him.
فَراه بِيُمناهُ بصارمِ نفسهِ
وخلّى على كُرهٍ لصاحبهِ اليُسرى
He clove him with his right hand, with the sharp sword of his spirit,
and, unwillingly, left his opponent the left hand.
وما زالَ أقران الظهور مُقاتلاً
وكيفَ تَوقّي المَوتِ من حيثُ لا يُدرى
He never ceased fighting mounted peers—
but how can death be warded off when it comes from an unknown quarter?
وما ساقَ ذلكَ الحَتفَ إلا شهادةٌ
تركتَ بِها في كُلِّ مَنزِلَةٍ نَشرا
That doom brought him nothing but martyrdom,
leaving his renown spread through every station.
تَعوّضتَ من فانٍ بباقٍ مُخَلَّدٍ
وعَوّضتني منكَ التَّأسِّيَ والأَجرا
I exchanged one mortal for one abiding and immortal,
and in your place I was granted consolation and reward:
فَمِن مَنزِل البَلوى إلى منزِل الرِّضى
ومِن عَرَض الدُّنيا إلى جَوهر الأُخرى
from the abode of affliction to the abode of divine favor,
from this world’s transient show to the enduring substance of the next.
سأصبر إلا عن سَوابقِ عَبرَةٍ
أَرى أبداً جَفني بتصريفها يُغرى
I shall be patient, except before the onrush of a tear;
I always see my eyelid incited to pour it.
وما عذَّبَ الرَّحمنُ بالدَّمع باكياً
يُداري بدَمع العَينِ في قَلبِه جَمرا
The Merciful has never tormented a mourner with tears,
who, with the eye’s tears, soothes the embers in his heart.
وما مَفزَعُ إلا إلى البُكا
وكُل حزازاتِ القلوب به تُقرا
I have no refuge except in weeping,
by which every festering pang of the heart is assuaged.
وفي وجد يعقوبٍ بيوسفَ أُسوة
فلا تَعذِلُوني اليَومَ في عَبرَةٍ تُذرى
In Jacob’s grief for Joseph there is an example for me;
so do not reproach me today when tear follows tear.
وكُلُّ فتىً قد كانَ للعينِ قُرّةً
سَيَملَؤها حرّاً كما مُلئت قُرّا
Every youth who once brought cool delight to the eye
will fill it with grief, as once he filled it with delight.
سَقَت جدثاً واراكَ كُلُّ غَمامةٍ
تُكشفُ عن أرضٍ حللت بها الضُّرا
May every cloud water the grave that conceals you,
unveiling itself above the earth where its downpour has settled.
وحيّاك عني كلُّ رَوحٍ ورَحمَةٍ
وما شئت من نَورٍ ومن رَوضَة خَضرا
May every breeze and mercy greet you on my behalf,
and may you have whatever you desire of light and a verdant garden.
ويا كبدي هلا تفطرتِ حَسرَةً
ويا أدمعي هلا جريتِ له حُمرا
O my heart, why did you not burst apart from grief?
O my tears, why did you not flow blood-red for him?
ويا فرطي إنّي ذخرتُك لي غنىً
ليومٍ يَعُودُ الأغنياءُ به فقرا
O my forerunner, I had treasured you as riches for myself
against a Day when the rich man will be reckoned poor.
ويا مُودعيهِ في الثرى هل علمتمُ
بأن لهُ في غير أرضِكُم قَبرا
O you who laid him in the earth, did you know
that beyond your ground he has another grave?
نعم كُلُّ قَبرٍ قبره فإذا بَدا
قرأتُ عليه من تَذكُّرِه سَطرا
Yes—every grave is his grave; whenever one appears,
I read upon it a verse in remembrance of him.
وإن لم أزُره في الحياةِ ورُبَّما
فَموعِدُنا المَضرُوب نَجعَلُهُ الحَشرا
Though I did not visit him in life, perhaps
we shall make the appointed Resurrection our meeting.
وقال لي الإخوانُ هلا نقلتهُ
وما نقل من بَوَّأتُهُ القَلبَ والصَّدرا
My friends said to me, “Why did you not move him?”
But one whom I have lodged in heart and breast has never been moved.
أأقربُ من فكري وذكري وخاطري
فأمضي له ظهراً وأحدُو به سَفرا
Is anything nearer than my thought, remembrance, and mind,
that I should ride a mount to him and urge it onward in travel?
أعُقُّ بها أوصالهُ لو فعلتهُ
وأرهقُهُ في غيرِ محمَدةٍ عُسرا
Were I to do so, I would load his limbs upon it
and burden him, to no praiseworthy end, with hardship.
وأنصِبُ من رَدَّ الإلهُ حياتَه
وأوسَعها لمّا طوى عُمرَهُ نَشرا
Should I weary one whose life God has reclaimed,
and unfold again what his lifetime has folded up?
ألا إنني استَودَعتُهُ وحدَهُ
وحَسبي بِنَصرِ اللَه في ظُلمَةٍ نَصرا
Behold, I have entrusted him to God alone;
God’s aid in the darkness is sufficient victory for me.
Sol 5.6