وَمُعَذَّلٍ جارٍ عَلى غُلَوائِهِ

يُروى حَديثُ نَداهُ عَن أَعدائِهِ

With Mu'adhdhal, continuing his excesses

The tale of his enmity is recounted against his foes

لَدنٍ كَعالِيَةِ القَناةِ يَخِفُّ في

عَزَماتِهِ وَيَميدُ في أَهوائِهِ

Like a tall spear, he wavers in his resolves

And meanders in his whims

ثَمِلُ الشَّمائلِ مالَ في أَعطافِهِ

وَوِدادِهِ وَنَعيمِهِ وَشَقائِهِ

Full of vices, he leans into his sides

And his loves, comforts, and misfortunes

عَجِلَت عَلَيهِ يَدُ الحِمام وَعُودُهُ

رَيّانُ مِن خَمرِ الشَّبابِ وَمائِهِ

The hand of fate hastened upon him, and his return

Intoxicated with the wine of youth and its water

وَتَتابَعَت هَفَواتُهُ وَلَرُبَّما

فَلَّ الخُطوبَ بِخَطرَةٍ مِن رائِهِ

And his lapses followed one another, and sometimes

He stumbled over a whim from his opinions

عَجَباً لِحَدِّ السَّيفِ كَيفَ أَصابَهُ

وَمَضاؤُهُ في الرَّوع دونَ مَضائِهِ

Wondrous is the edge of the sword, how it struck him

And its sharpness in fright, not in its sharpening

وَلِمصعَبٍ مَلأَ الزَّمانَ هَديرُهُ

قادوهُ بَعدَ شَماسِهِ وَإِبائِهِ

And for Mus'ab who filled the world with his tumult

They led him after his authority and refusal

إِن يَرفَعوهُ فَقَد غَنوا بِعَلائِهِ

أَو يَشهِروهُ فَقَد كفُوا بِثَنائِهِ

Whether they raise him, they have sung his praises

Or vilify him, they have sufficed with his virtues

أَو تُبدِع الأَعداء فيهِ فَسُنَّة

لِلدَّهرِ جاريَةٌ عَلى نُظرائِهِ

Or if the enemies innovate against him, then a

Sunnah for fate proceeding against its peers

لا يَفرَحونَ بِها فَكَم مِن شامِتٍ

بِحِمامِهِ وَلَعَلَّهُ في دائِهِ

They will not rejoice in it - how many gloaters

Over his demise, though perhaps he still draws breath

يا صاحِبَ الجَدَثِ الغَريبِ وَدُونَهُ

خَطَرٌ يُعَدُّ مَسافَةً في نائِهِ

O owner of the strange grave, and below it

Danger that makes distance in its groaning

ذَكَرَ الغَمامُ عَلى ثَراكَ عَلاقَةً

تَجري بِها العَبَراتُ مِن أَنوائِهِ

The clouds remembered over your tomb a

Tie by which tears flow from their streams

وَتَنَفَّسَت فيهِ الرِّياحُ مَريضَةً

مِن حَرِّ نارِ الحُزنِ أَو برحائِهِ

And the winds breathed upon it, sick

From the heat of the fire of grief or its relief

فَلَقَد جَفَوتُكَ رَهبَةً وَلَرُبَّما

هَجَرَ الصَّديقُ وَأَنتَ في أَحشائِهِ

I surely neglected you out of fear, and maybe

A friend neglects while you are still in his bosom