لمثل اليوم تدَّخرُ الدُّموع
وَتُحنَى فوقَ لوعتِها الضُّلوعُ
For the likes of this day the tears are hoarded,
And it bends over the agony of its ribs.
فقَد هدمَ الرَّدى رَيعَ المَعالي
وَأَنحلَ هذهِ الدُّنيا ربيعُ
For fate has torn down the fortress of glories,
And so dissolved the spring of this world.
رَأينا في محلِّ القُدسِ فيهِ
مصائِبَ قَبلُ ما كانَت تَروعُ
We saw in the Holy Place some tribulations,
Before it things to make one tremble.
أَرانا في الخَميسِ خَميسَ رُزءٍ
جَليلٍ خطبُهُ خَطبٌ فَطيعُ
Thursday we saw a visage of gloom,
Sublime in its sermons, sermons of obedience.
تَجلَّى ليلهُ عَن يومِ سَوءٍ
فصدَّعض شَملَنا ذاكَ الصُّدوعُ
Its night was unveiled from an ill-omened day,
Which fractured our group with those fissures.
فَلَيتَ اللَّيلَ دامَ ولا تَجلَّى
لَهُ صُبحٌ ولا انهزَمَ الهَزيعُ
Would that the night had continued and never unveiled
For it a dawn or defeat rushed the routed!
وَليتَ نُجومَه لا جالَ فيها
أُفولٌ لا ولا الشَّمسِ الطُّلوعُ
Would that its stars had never shone in it
No setting, nor the sun rising!
صباحٌ كانَ أَظلمَ مِن مَساءٍ
وَفجرٌ يَومهُ يَومٌ شَنيعُ
A morn more gloomy than darkest eve,
And a day whose appointed time was horrid.
نَعت بمُحمَّدِ فيهِ نُعاةٌ
لَدَيها يَشكُرُ الصَّممَ السَّميعُ
They gave Muhammad attributes, praisers
Before whom the deaf would hear and the mute give thanks.
بِملكٍ لَم يَكُن في الَمجدِ شَفعاً
ولَيسَ إِليهِ في كَرمٍ شفيعُ
A king such as glory is no intercessor for him,
Nor one toward bounty a mediator.
فَلا يومَ النَّدى لعُلاهُ نِدٌّ
وَلا يومَ القراعِ لَهُ قريعُ
So not a day of dew for its loftiness is there any peer,
Nor a day of threshing-floor for it any like.
أُبيحَ حِمَى المكارمِ واستُحلَّت
مَحارمُها وَوَاصلَتِ القُطوعُ
The sanctuaries of bounty were made lawful,
As inviolability's relationship was severed.
أَبائعَ رُوقِ حَمدٍ نُح عليهِ
فَأَين الُمشتَري وَلمن تَبيعُ
Hamd's meadows being bought and sold openly,
Then where is the buyer and to whom are you selling?
وَأَنتُم يا بُغاةَ الجودِ حُطُّوا ال
رِّحالَ فلا تُشَدُّ لَها نُسوعُ
And you, O mutineers against magnanimity, pitch
Your tents, and your rope-ties are not packed up.
مَضى مَن كانَ في كِلتا يديهِ
وفي الأخلاق جَعفرُ و الرَّبيعُ
He who in both his hands had the Garden West-and-East has gone,
As in character Ja'far and al-Rabi'.
ولكن لم يزل ربُّ البَرايا
يزورُكَ من مَلائكِهِ جُموعُ
But still the Lord of mankind continues
To send from His angels hosts toward you.
يُرَونَ وهُم على مرِّ اللَّيالي
سُجودٌ حولَ قبركَ أو رُكوعُ
Who see, while the nights run their course,
Prostration around your tomb or bowing.
جديرٌ أن أَرى حُزني طويلاً
وَفَقدُكَ هكذا فَقدٌ سَريعُ
Worthy that I see my sadness lasting long,
And that such a loss continuously renews.