يا ابن الأمير الذي دانَت لصولتهِ
هامُ الأعاجم من قُطبٍ إلى قُطبِ
O son of the prince before whose onslaught bowed
the heads of non-Arabs, from pole to pole;
بل يا ابن حامي ذمار العُرب مدَّرعاً
بالحزم والعَزم بين البِيض واليَلَبِ
Nay, O son of the defender of Arab honor, armored
in prudence and resolve amid white blades and shields;
بل يا ابن من اخرست آياتُ حجتَّهِ
عند الجدال فحول العلمِ والادبِ
Nay, O son of him whose compelling proofs silenced,
in debate, the champion stallions of learning and letters.
وعارضَت سيبهُ السبع البحار على
جهلٍ فعادت تثير الموج من غضب
The seven seas set themselves against his bounty, in
ignorance; they returned, churning their waves in rage.
ناهيكَ اسجاعهُ تلك التي نضخت
عيونُها الراحَ فيهِ نكهة الضرَبِ
Enough for you are those rhymed cadences of his, which overflowed—
their springs with wine, bearing in it the tang of blows.
لوجال جريالهُ في رأس مفترعٍ
طوداً لطار ومال الطودُ من طَرَبِ
Were a draught of it to course through the head of one scaling
a mountain, he would fly, and the mountain sway with rapture.
الله اكبر ما للدهر سيئةٌ
لم تُمحَ من بعد ذاك الأروع العربي
God is greatest! Time has no evil deed
that has not been effaced since the time of that magnificent Arab—
الناسك القانت الصوَّام ذو الورع ال
قوَّام من أَمَّ في الاسلام بعد نبي
the ascetic, devout, ever-fasting, possessed of piety—the
steadfast upholder of a nation in Islam after a prophet.
لأنتَ من أُسرةٍ للدين ما عنيت
للفضل ما احرزت في سالف الحُقبِ
Indeed, you spring from a house—how devoted it was to the Faith!
How much excellence it amassed through ages past!
لابدعَ ان نلتَ من سلطاننا املاً
ما دمتَ تُعرَف خيرا بنٍ الخير أبِ
No wonder you obtained a hoped-for favor from our sovereign,
so long as you are known as the best son of the best father.
وافتكَ يا بضعة الصدّيق مسرعةً
خير المراتب تبغي خيرة النسبِ
Swiftly it came to you, O scion of al-Siddiq—
the finest of ranks, seeking the choicest lineage:
من كان صلبُ ابي بكرٍ يسلسلهُ
وشاهدُ الفخر فيهِ محكم الكُتُبِ
one whom descent through Abu Bakr’s loins links in its chain,
and in whom the authoritative Book bears witness to glory.
واصبحت أنجم الافلاك تحسدهُ
أيعجبُ الخلقُ ان حلوهُ بالرتبِ
The stars of the celestial spheres have come to envy him.
Do people marvel that they adorned him with lofty ranks?
لمن تخبَّأُ القابُ الفخارِ اذا
لم تعطها باعطاء الله للعَرَبِ
For whom are glory’s titles kept in reserve, if
they are not bestowed on you—you whom God gave to the Arabs?
