إليكَ ابنَ عباسٍ جميعٌ وسائرٌ

سرى فأنا سارٍ لِمُغناكَ سائرُ

To you, O son of Abbas, all are bound and traveling,

I set out, for I am traveling to your shrine, traveling,

أحِنُّ إليكم طولَ عُمري وأشتَهي

زيارتكم والحظُّ عن ذاك قاصرُ

I yearn for you all my life and desire

To visit you though fortune from that falls short,

وقد طالما عوّلتُ ثُمَّتَ كلما

شددت رحالي نحوكم ثار ثائرُ

And I have long put my trust in you, yet whenever

I strengthened my resolve towards you, obstacles arose,

وما خِلتُ أنّي عاقني عنكمُ سِوى

ذنوبٍ عظامٍ ساعَدَتها المقادرُ

And I knew that nothing prevented me from you except

Great sins aided by fate,

تُرى هل تَرى عيني ثراكَ فأشتفي

برؤية تلك الأرض مما أحاذرُ

Will my eyes see your soil, that I may be sated

By seeing that land from which I shy away?

فإن اشتياقي نحوكم زاد عَزمُهُ

وأغلَبُ ظني أنني اليومَ زائرُ

For my longing for you has gained resolve

And most of my thoughts say today I will visit,

وقد آذنَتني بالتداني أمائرُ

وقد بشّرتني بالوِصالِ بشائرُ

And signs have intimated to me drawing near

And good news has given me tidings of connection,

وأيقنتُ أنّ الحُجبَ زالت وأنني

دعانيَ داعيكم فلِم لا أبادِرُ

And I was certain that the barriers are gone and that

Your caller has called me, so why should I not hasten?

وشمّرتُ ذيلُ العزمِ ثم أتَيتُكم

بإذنكمُ إذ هُيِئَت لي المياسِرُ

I have girded my loins with determination and come to you

With your permission, as things were made smooth for me,

ولولا تمامُ الإذنِ ما إن تَيَسَّرَت

سُراي وأمسى جدُّها وهو عاثرُ

And had permission not been completed, my ease would not have been facilitated

And its continuity not made, but stumbling,

وإِذ تمَّ منك الإذنُ هاجت بلابِلي

وثارت حُشاشاتي لكُم والشراشرُ

And when permission from you was complete, my confusions stirred

And my flutterings for you arose and the sparks flew,

وأصبحتُ إذ سافرتُ نحوكَ مالكا

كياسرةَ الدُنيا ودوني القَياصِر

And when I traveled towards you possessing

The reins of worldly rule, while below me are the weak,

بلى بل مُلوكُ الأرضِ طُراً ومُلكُهم

لدونَ الذي منكم بهِ أنا ظافر

Rather, the kings of earth altogether, their kingdom

Is below what through you I have attained,

لقد قابَلَتني في منىً غايةُ المُنى

وأيقنتُ أنَّ الحَبرَ للكَسرِ جابِر

The pinnacle of hopes met me in Mina

And I knew the ink is to the fragment a mender,

وفي عَرَفاتٍ قد عَرَفتُ عوارفاً

له دونَها السُحبُ الغِداقُ الغزائر

And in Arafat I came to know secrets

Beside which the rising clouds are but rain-makers,

وفي الكر أضحى كَرُّ كل فضيلةٍ

بِأفضالِهِ وهو الملىءُ المُغامِرُ

And in Muzdalifa, the excellence of all merit

Became evident through his overflowing favors,

وقالوا كرىً يضنفي الكَرى ويجي العُرى

ويحي القرا حتى كأنهُ لوافرُ

And they said, “A boil that ripens boons and brings the bare

And gives life to tombs, as though it were abundant,”

ولكنني والحمدُ للَه لم أجد

به كلّ ذا حفَّ باللُطفِ قادرُ

But praise be to God, I did not find in it

All this enveloped with subtle kindness,

وأشعِرتُ لما أن عَلَوثُ على الهُدى

عُلاً وهدىً إني إلى اللَهِ شاكرُ

And I felt that when minds rise above guidance

Lofty and rightly guided, I thank God,

صراطُ كرىً أفضى إلى جنة الهُدى

فلا بِدعَ إن بانَ العنا وهو نافرُ

The path of the boil led to the garden of guidance

So no innovation, when flaws become manifest,

وأصبحتُ في قَرنِ المنازلِ سارياً

إذا ما اختَفى نجدُ بدا ليَ غائرُ

And I came to be, in the sphere of rituals, passing

When the plateau disappears, the depression appears clear,

وأضحيتُ عندَ الحبرِ في أرضهِ التي

بها طافَ جبريلُ السفيرُ المُسافِرُ

And I arrived at the ink in his land which

Gabriel, the traveling emissary, circumambulated around,

فنِعمَ البِلا والطائِفُ الألطَفُ الذي

فضائلُهُ في العالَمينَ ظواهِرُ

What an excellent place to stay, the gentle Taif

Whose virtues in both worlds are visible,

وبادرتُ أسعى نحوَ رَوضَتِهِ التي

بها الأرضُ للآفاقِ طُرّاً تُفاخِرُ

And I hastened striving towards his garden in which

The land prides itself to horizons for hosting it,

وأدركَني في بابها أيُّ هَيبَةٍ

تخِرُّ لها الأذواءُ بَل والأكابِرُ

And at its door overcame me such awe

That even mountains bow to it, moreover the great,

وفاضت دموعي فرحةً ومهابةً

ومن شدَّةِ الأفراحِ تبكي المحاجِرُ

My tears flowed in joy and reverence

And from intense joy even rocks weep,

وقابَلَني بالفَتحِ والنَصرِ وانجَلَت

ليَ الحُجبُ عَن ذاك السنا والستائرُ

And he met me with opening and victory, and veils

Were lifted from that brilliant sun and curtains,

وقُيِّضَ لي سَلمانُ خادمُهُ الذي

يُماسيهِ في أبوابهِ ويُباكِرُ

And Salman, his attendant, who keeps his company

At his doors night and day, was appointed to me,

فأنزَلَني في منزِلٍ أيِّ منزلٍ

وعُجِّلَ لي من بيتهِ المُتياسِرُ

So he lodged me in a residence - what a residence! -

And the facilitated from his house was hastened to me,

وقامَ بأحوالي جميعاً نيابَةً

عنِ الخَبرِ فهوَ الأهلُ وهوَ العَشائرُ

And he saw to all my affairs representatively

For the ink - he is the family and he is the tribes,