المَجدُ أَجمَعُ ما حَوَتهُ يَميني
وَالفَخرُ يَصغُرُ أَن يَكون خَديني
All glory entire is what my right hand has contained;
and pride is too small to be my intimate companion.
وَالدَهرُ مَوطِىءُ أَخمَصي وَالناسُ بِذ
لَةُ ملبسي وَالرَأيُ بَعضُ ظُنوني
Time lies beneath the tread of my sole, and mankind is but the hum—
—ble garment I wear; judgment is merely part of my conjecture.
وَالجودُ يَركَعُ خاضِعاً لأَنامِلي
وَالبَدرُ يَسجُدُ خاشِعاً لِجَبيني
Generosity bows submissively before my fingertips,
and the full moon prostrates humbly before my brow.
وَالحَربُ بَينَ صَرائِمي وَصَوارِمي
اِن جا طحونُ رحائها بزبونِ
War stands between my firm resolves and my swords
when its millstone comes grinding in fury.
دنيا تَنحّي جانِباً عَنهُنَّ في
فَمناقبي وَمَناشِبي في ديني
The world steps aside from them, while
my virtues and my stations abide within my faith.
لَو كانَت الدُنيا كُنوزاً في يَدي
لَوَهَبتُها من حَيثُ لا تَكفيني
Were the world and all its treasures in my hand,
I would give them away, for they could never suffice me.
ما قَدر منقض وَقيمَة نافِدٍ
وَمحلُّ ماضٍ أَن يُليقَ يَميني
What worth has the transient, what value the perishing?
My station surpasses all that may befit my right hand.
العَدلُ وَالتَوحيدُ كُلُّ مَعاقِلي
وَوَلاءُ آلِ الطهرِ جُلُّ حُصوني
Justice and the profession of divine unity are all my strongholds,
and devotion to the House of Purity is the loftiest of my fortresses.
لا عِلمَ إِلّا ما أُناضِلُ دونَهُ
وَأُفاضِلُ الدُنيا تَناضلُ دوني
There is no banner save the one I defend,
while the noblest men in the world defend me.
يا آلَ أَحمدَ قَد حَدَوت بِمَدحِكُم
لَمّا رَأَيتُ الحَقَّ جِدَّ مُبينِ
O House of Aḥmad, I have chanted your praise,
for I saw the truth utterly manifest.
سَبَقَ الوَصِيُّ إِلى العُلى طُلّابَها
حَتّى تَمَلَّكها بِغَيرِ قرينِ
The Legatee outstripped all who sought the heights
until he possessed them without peer:
شَمسٌ وَلكِن لَيسَ يَغرُبُ قرصُها
وَضَياغِم لَم تَستَتِر بِعَرينِ
a sun whose disk shall never set,
and mighty lions that never sheltered in a den.
جَذَبَ النَبِيُّ بِضَبعِه يَومَ الغَدي
رِ وَوَكَّدَ التَعريفَ بِالتَعيين
The Prophet raised him by the upper arm on the Day of Ghadī—
—r, emphatically confirming the proclamation through explicit designation.
خَتَمَ الرِقابَ بِنَصبِهِ لِوِلايَةٍ
خَتم الرقاب خلاف خَتمِ الطينِ
He sealed men’s necks by appointing him to guardianship—
a sealing of necks unlike the sealing of clay.
يَومٌ أَغرُّ أَضاءَ غُرَّةَ هاشِمٍ
يَومٌ هِجانٌ ساءَ كلَّ هَجين
A radiant day that illuminated the brow of Hāshim,
a noble day that grieved every baseborn man.
اِذكر لَهُ بَدراً وَسَعي حسامِهِ
في هَجرِ روحٍ أَو وِصالِ مَنون
Credit Badr to him, and question his sword
about a soul’s departure or its union with death.
وَاِذكُر لَهُ أُحداً وَقَد أَرضى الرَدى
وَرضا الردى اسخاطُ كلِّ وَتينِ
Credit Uḥud to him, when he gave Death its fill—
though Death’s satisfaction displeases every living vein.
ثُمَّ اِذكُر الأَحزابَ وَاِذكُر سَيفَهُ
أَسَدٌ يُلاقي الحَربَ بِالتَبنينِ
Then recall the Confederates, and recall his sword:
a lion confronting war with clear-eyed discernment.
وَاِذكُر يَهودَ بِخَيبَر اِذ شَلَّها
مِثلَ العُقاب يُشلُّ بِالشاهينِ
Recall the Jews at Khaybar, when he scattered them,
like an eagle driven off by a falcon.
وَاِذكُر حُنَيناً حينَ أَصبَح عَضبُهُ
يَلقى المَناجِزَ عن هَوىً وَحنين
And recall Ḥunayn, when his keen sword came forth
to meet the challenger with passion and yearning.
أَجرى دماء المُشرِكينَ فَلَو جرت
في مَوقِفٍ لَرَأَيتَ أَلفَ معينِ
He made the polytheists’ blood flow; had it flowed
on one battlefield, you would have seen a thousand streaming springs.
وَاِذكُر مُؤاخاةَ النَبِيِّ وَقَولِهِ
ما قالَ في موسى وَفي هارون
Recall the Prophet’s bond of brotherhood with him, and his saying—
what he said concerning Moses and Aaron.
قَد سُدَّت الأَبوابُ اِلّا بابَهُ
لَو كانَ يُعرَفُ مَوضِع التَبيين
All the doors were shut except his door—
if only the import of that declaration were understood.
وَبَراءَةُ اِرتَجِعَت وَمُلِّكَ أَمرَها
يا رَبَّ شَأنٍ ناسِخٍ لِشُؤونِ
And Barāʾa was taken back, and its charge entrusted to him—
O Lord, what a momentous deed, superseding so many deeds!
وَب هَل أَتى وحيٌ بِمَفخرِ ما أَتى
لِيُغَضَّ طَرفُ الناصِبِ المَغبونِ
Concerning him, “Has There Come” brought revelation bearing unprecedented glory,
that every hostile, defrauded Nāṣibī might lower his gaze.
أَرُواةَ آثارِ النَبِيِّ مَنِ الَّذي
يُدعى قَسيمَ النارِ يَومَ الدينِ
Are the transmitters of the Prophet’s traditions comparable to him
who is called the Divider of the Fire on Judgment Day?
مَن بابُهُ في العِلمِ وَهوَ مَدينَةٌ
ايهٍ وَصاحِبُ سرِّهِ المَخزونِ
Who is his gateway to knowledge, while the Prophet is its city?
Indeed—and the keeper of his treasured secret.
مَن زُوِّجَ الزَهراءَ حينَ تَزاحَموا
في خُطبَةٍ كَشَفَت عن المَكنونِ
Who married al-Zahrāʾ when suitors crowded forward,
in a proposal that disclosed what had been hidden?
مَن جَذَّ أَصلَ الناكِثينَ وَجَدَّ حَب
لَ القاسِطينَ وَحاطَ عزَّ الدينِ
Who uprooted the oath-breakers’ foundation and severed the ro—
—pe of the transgressors, while guarding the honor of the faith?
مَن كانَ حَتفَ المارِقينَ القاسِطي
نَ وَحَينَهُم في ذِمَّة التَحيين
Who was the doom of the renegades and the transgress—
—ors, holding their deaths in the certainty of the appointed hour?
يا أُمَّةً مَلَكَ الضَلالُ زِمامَها
وَتَهالَكَت في حالِها المَلعون
O nation whose reins delusion has seized,
you have plunged headlong into ruin in your accursed state!
أَجَزاءُ مَن هذي ذُؤابَةُ فَضلِهِ
وَثِمارُ عَلياه بِغَيرِ غُصونِ
Are these but fragments—merely the forelock of his excellences,
and fruits of his lofty virtues, grown without branches?
أَلّا يُقَدَّمَ وَالفَضائِل شُهَّدٌ
وَالفَخرُ أَقعَسُ مشرِقُ العَرنين
Should he not be given precedence, while the virtues themselves bear witness,
and glory stands proudly erect, radiant in the bridge of its nose?
وَتُراقُ مُهجَتُهُ وَيُقتَلُ نَسلُهُ
وَتُباحُ مُهجَتُهُ لِشرِّ قَطينِ
Yet his lifeblood is spilled and his progeny slain,
and his sacred life is violated for the vilest of people.
أَجرى الشَقِيُّ دَمَ الوَصِيِّ فَشَقَّقَت
حلَلَ الجنانِ أَكفُّ حورِ العَين
The wretch spilled the Legatee’s blood, and thereby
the hands of the wide-eyed houris tore the robes of Paradise.
وَكَذا الدَعِيُّ اِبن البَغِيِّ عدا عَلى
وَلَدِ النَبِيِّ بِحقدهِ المَدفون
Likewise the pretender—the son of harlotry—assaulted him,
the Prophet’s child, with his long-buried rancor.
فَبَكَت مَلائِكَةُ السَماءِ بِكَربلا
وَالدينُ بَينَ تحرُّقٍ وَرَنينِ
The angels of heaven wept at Karbalāʾ,
and the faith stood amid burning grief and wailing.
وَجَرى عَلى زيدٍ وَيَحيى بَعدَهُ
ما أَلبَسَ الاِسلامَ ثَوبَ شجون
Then what befell Zayd, and Yaḥyā after him,
clothed Islam in a garment of sorrows.
هاتا أُمَيَّةُ راجَعَت ثاراتِها
فيها بِشَملِ ضِلالِه المَوضونِ
There the Umayyads avenged their ancient blood-feuds,
within the whole company of their assured error.
فَتَقولُ لم تُسلِم وَلم تُؤمِن وَلم
تُعصِم بِحَبلٍ في اليَقينَ مَتين
Thus she says: “You neither submitted nor believed, nor
held fast to a sure and solid rope.”
فَاِذا بَنو العَباس تَحذو حَذوَها
فَاِسأَل عَن المَنصورِ أَو هارون
Then behold the Abbasids following exactly in her footsteps.
Ask, then, about al-Manṣūr or Hārūn;
وَاِسأَل وَلا يَغرُركَ ما قَد لَبَّسوا
أَو دَلَّسوا من قصةِ المَأمون
ask—and do not be deceived by the guise they donned,
or by what they falsified in the tale of al-Maʾmūn.
وَهلمَّ جَرّاً فَالجَزائِرُ جمَّةٌ
فَوضى وَكَم من زَفرَةٍ وَأَنين
And so it continues ceaselessly—the crimes are legion,
disorder—and how many a sigh and groan!
آلُ الهُدى ما بَين مَقتول وَمَأ
سورٍ وَمَسمومٍ إِلى مسجونِ
The House of Guidance lies between one slain and one cap—
—tive, one poisoned, and one imprisoned.
وَاللَهُ يُجزي الظالمين بِنارِهِ
كَي يَعلموا الأَنباءَ بَعد الحين
God shall requite the oppressors with their own fire,
so that, after a time, they may learn the tidings.
يا سادَتي اِنَّ ابنَ عَبّادٍ بِكُم
يَرعى رِياضَ العز وَالتَمكينِ
O my masters, I am Ibn ʿAbbād, who through you
grazes in the gardens of glory and dominion.
وَبكم يُدافِعُ ما يَنوبُ وَمِنكُمُ
يَرجو الشَفاعَةَ عن أَصَحِّ يَقين
Through you he wards off whatever befalls, and from you
he hopes for intercession with the soundest certainty.
هذي قَريعَةُ دهرِها وافَتكُمُ
في مَعرِضِ التَحسينِ وَالترصين
This poetic creation of mine, long labored over, has reached you,
arrayed in beauty and finely wrought construction.
اِن قستَ أَشعارَ الفحول بِحُسنِها
فَقِس القتادَ بِرَوضَةِ النِسرَين
If you measure the verses of master poets against its beauty,
then measure thornwood against a garden of eglantine.
وَإِلَيكَ يا كوفِيُّ أَنشِد وَاتِّإِد
وَأَجِد عَلى التَطريبِ وَالتَلحين
To you, O Kūfī, I recite it—proceed unhurriedly;
and labor over its expressive chanting and melody.
Sol 5.6