قُم لا تَقَع خَلِّ عَنكَ اليَأس كُن رَجُلا
وَأَيقظ فُؤادكَ وَأَكفُف مَدمَعاً هَملا
Arise, do not fall, rid yourself of despair, be a man
And awaken your heart, restrain your flowing tears
وَأَمسك جِراحَك لا تَهوي عَلى خَطَرٍ
فَكُلُ جَرحٍ إِذا داوَيتَهُ اِندَملا
Grasp your wounds, do not plunge into danger
For every wound will heal if you tend it
دَع لَطم خَديكَ إِنَّ اللَطمَ يوجعها
سُدىً كَمَن يَندُبُ الأَحجار وَالطَلا
Cease beating your cheeks, for such blows only hurt them
In vain, like one who laments rocks and hills
وَأَرفق بِذاتَكَ قَد أَوشَكتَ تَعدمها
قَلبي عَليكَ اِكتَوى وَالجسمُ قَد نحلا
Be gentle with yourself, you are near to losing yourself
My heart aches for you, and my body is worn out
وَأَنتَ قَلبكَ لَم يُشفق عَلَيكَ وَلَم
أَعهدهُ يَقسي إِذا ما حادِثٌ نَزَلا
Yet your heart has no pity for you, nor was it
Accustomed to cruelty when misfortune struck
أَو أَنتَ في الحُزن لَم تشفق عَلَيهِ لِذا
قَد ضَلَّ في ظُلماتِ الياسِ مُشتَعِلا
Or are you, in grief, without pity for it, so
It wanders lost in the darkness of despair, aflame
قَلبٌ بِهِ لِيَ قسمٌ لَستُ أَترُكَهُ
فَأَنتَ خَصمي إِذا أَورَثتَهُ العِلَلا
A heart that still has a place with me, I'll not abandon it
You are my adversary if you make it sick
لا بدع إِن ذابَ وَيَحي وَهُوَ مُتَقِدٌ
عَلى أَخٍ لَكَ لَا تَلقى لَهُ بَدَلا
There is no alternative, it must melt and revive while burning
For a brother like you, you'll find no substitute
ناداكَ لَما دَعاهُ صَوتُ خالِقِهِ
يَبغي وَداعكَ حالَ البُعدِ مُرتَحِلا
It called you when your Creator's voice summoned it
Seeking your farewell as it journeyed onward
فَاِعتاضَ باسمكَ زاداً وَهُوَ يَرسُمُهُ
ذِكراً عَلى شَفَتَيهِ حينَما اِنتَقَلا
So it took your name as provision, tracing it
As a memento on its lips as it passed away
فَكانَ لإِسمكَ حَظٌّ أَنتَ تَحسدُهُ
لِأَنَّهُ قَد جَنى مِن لَمسِهِ القُبُلا
Thus your name had the privilege you envy
For it gathered kisses from his touch
وَكُنتَ بِالروحِ تَسخى قَبل مَصرَعِهِ
لِكَي تَراهُ وَلَكنَّ القَضا بَخلا
You were generous of spirit before his death
That you might see him, but fate was miserly
إِن كُنتَ في غُربَةٍ تَشقى فَكُن أَبَداً
بِالحلم فيها غَريباً يُذهِلُ العُقلا
If you are suffering in exile, then forever
Be reasonable in it, an exile that dazzles the mind
مالي أَراكَ ضَعيف القَلب منسحقاً
وَطالَما كُنتَ تَنفي الحادِثَ الجَلَلا
Why do I see you, weak of heart, crushed
When you have so often denied tremendous calamities
تَبكي فَتىً في رَبيع العُمر مُنصَرِعاً
كَالغُصنِ منقَصِفاً في الرَوض قَد ذَبلا
You weep for a youth in the spring of life, struck down
Like a snapped branch in the garden, withered
تَبكي أَخاكَ سَليمَ المَوتِ يَلسَعَهُ
لا تَبكِ فَهُوَ سَليمٌ لِلجِنانِ عَلا
You weep for your brother, safe from death's sting
Do not weep, he is safe in the gardens on high
تَبكي عَلى عَضدٍ قَد بَتَّ تَندبهُ
تَبكي لِحادِثِ فَقدٍ خَيَّبَ الأَمَلا
You mourn an arm you kept lamenting was gone
You weep for a loss that disappointed hopes
وَالدَهرُ يَفتك بِالآمال مُشتَغِلاً
بِهَدم أَبراجِها لا يَعرِفُ المَلَلا
While fate remains busy destroying hopes
Demolishing their towers, tireless, without pause
هاجَتكَ يا صاحِ في الأَوطانِ نادِبَةٌ
ثَكلي تَنوحُ عَلى نجمٍ لَها أَفلا
Your keen wailing stirred the lands, mourning
"Alas for me!" it laments a star of its own now set
أُمٌّ تُناديكَ عَن بُعدٍ لِسَلوَتِها
وَمِن دَعاكَ لِكَشفِ الضَيم ما اِنخَذَلا
A mother calls you from afar for her consolation
And those who called you to redress wrongs were not let down
فَقُمتَ في مَصر تَهدي الشامَ عَن حَرَقٍ
مِن النواحِ حَنيناً يُقلِقُ الحللا
So you rose in Egypt to calm Syria's burning
With yearning laments that disturb resolute minds
تَسعى إِلى النيلِ ظَمأَناً فَتَحسَبَهُ
نَهراً مِن النارِ لا تَلقى بِهِ بَلَلا
You race to the Nile, thirsty, and imagine it
A river of fire where you find no drink at all
قَد هاجَمَتكَ خُطوبٌ لَستَ تَعرِفُها
فَاِعرف مِن الحَزم ما تَغدو بِهِ مَثَلا
Hardships unknown to you attacked
So learn through wisdom what example to set
آهاً فَذي المَرة الأُولى الَّتي سَكَبَت
عَلَيكَ في حَربِها هَولاً فَكُن بَطَلا
Alas, this first time it poured out on you
Horrors of its war, so be a hero
وَيَحي عَلَيكَ أَضَعتَ الرُشدَ مُنسَلِباً
سَكران لا بِالطَلا حَيران مُنذَهِلا
Live, you lost your senses, stripped of reason
Drunk, not on wine, confused and reckless
تَظن إِن وجود الناس منكبةً
لَهُم وَإِن نِظام الكَون ما اِكتَمَلا
You think people's existence is a burden to them
And the order of the universe remains incomplete
ماذا السوادُ وَما ذا الثَوبُ تَلبَسَهُ
كُلُّ امرءٍ في ظَلامِ البينِ قَد رَفَلا
What is this blackness? What is this garment you wear?
All men in the darkness of vision are masked
إِن كُنتَ تَبغي أَكدادَ النَفسِ في نَظَرٍ
فَاِنظُر إِلى الدَهر دَوماً تَلتَقي الوَجلا
If you seek sympathy look always to fate
You'll find a comrade for each affliction that befalls
إِمِلتَ إِذنكَ عَن صَوتِ الخَليلِ وَقَد
رامَ اِنتِباهُكَ حَتّى اِلتاعَ وَاِشتَعَلا
You turned your hearing from the voice of a friend and
Sought to hold its attention until it languished and burned
وَفَوقَ صَدرِكَ يا اِسكَندَراِنتَقَشَت
حَقايقٌ تَركَها يَستَوجِبُ الخَجَلا
And beneath your breast, O Iskander, truths are engraved
That your heedlessness calls for shame
لَئِن فَقَدتَ أَخاكَ اليَومَ وَا أَسَفاً
فَاِخضَع إِلى الحاكم الجَبار مُبتَهِلا
If today you lost your brother, what a pity!
Submit to the Almighty Judge, pleading
وَالحُزنُ ضَيفٌ ثَقيلٌ إِن عِشتَ بِهِ
وَإِن تَبَسَّمتَ حلاً هَبَّ وَاِنتَقَلا
And sorrow is a heavy guest - if you live with it
And smile, it will leave and move on
كَثيفُ طَبعٍ فَلا يَهوى اللَطيف لِذا
إِذا رَأى وَجه أُنسٍ باسِماً رَحَلا
Dense by nature, so it does not love the gentle, thus
When it sees a cheerful face, it departs
وَالصَبرُ يَلفى لِجَرح القَلب خَيرَ شِفا
فَكُلَمّا مَرَّ في طَيِّ القُلوبِ حَلا
Patience provides the best remedy for the heart's wound
So whenever it passes through the folds of hearts, it heals
وَالكُلُّ في الأَرضِ إِخوانٌ يُفَرِقُهُم
داعي المَنون وَلا مِن يَدفَع الأَجَلا
All on earth are brothers, separated only
By death's caller, and none can stop the appointed time