أَرى جُملَةً في صَفحَةِ الكَونِ لا تُقرا
وَعاطِفَةً في النَفسِ تَدري وَلا تُدرى
I see a sentence on the page of the universe that goes unread,
and a feeling within the soul that knows and does not know;
وَناراً بِأَحناءِ الأَضالِعِ كُلَّما
تَخَلَّلَها بَردُ اليَقينِ ذَكَت جَمرا
and a fire within the folds of the ribs: whenever
certainty’s cold penetrates it, it glows into embers.
هِيَ النارُ في الأَحشاءِ لَكِنَّها هُدى
لِمَن كانَ لا يَرضى بِإيمانِهِ الكُفرا
It is the fire within the breast, yet it is guidance
for one who will not countenance unbelief in his faith.
عَلى ضَوئِها سارَ الأَئِمَةِ قَبلَنا
وَهَزّوا عَلى الأَملاكِ أَلوِيَةً حَمرا
By its light, the leaders before us journeyed,
and waved red banners over kingdoms.
وَكَم شاهَدوها بِالحِجازِ وَنورُها
يَضيءُ بِأَعناقِ الأَيانِقِ مِن بُصرى
How often they beheld it in the Hijaz, while its light
shone upon the necks of she-camels coming from Bosra.
وَلَولا سَناها ما دَرى ذو بَصيرَةٍ
أَقلَبا حَوى بَينَ الجَوانِحِ أَم صَخرا
Were it not for its radiance, no discerning person would know
whether he bore a heart between his ribs—or a rock.
وَلَولاهُ لَم تَعرِف عَنِ الروحِ سيرَةً
وَلا أَثَراً عَنها قَصَصنا وَلا إِثرا
Without it, no account of the spirit would be known,
nor could we recount a trace of it, or follow in its wake.
لَقَد غابَ عَنها كَنهُها وَمَكانُها
وَلَكِن عَلى الأَكوانِ آثارُها تَترى
Its own essence and dwelling are hidden from it,
yet throughout the worlds its traces follow one another.
لَها كُلُّ آنٍ في البَرِيَّةِ مَظهَرٌ
يُخبِرُ أَنَّ اللَهَ أَودَعَها سَرا
At every moment it has a manifestation in creation,
revealing that God has lodged it there as a secret:
دُخانٌ بِلا عودٍ وَعُرفٌ بِلا كَبا
وَبَرقٌ بِلا سَلكٍ وَسَرى بِلا إِسرا
smoke without aloeswood, fragrance without incense,
lightning without a wire, and night travel without an Isrāʾ.
فَمَن يَتَأَمَّلُ في البَعيدِ يُجدِ لَدى
جَوانِبِهِ أَشياءَ لا تَقبَلُ الحَصرا
Whoever contemplates what lies far away will find there,
along its sides, things beyond all numbering.
وَمَن يَتَرَوّى في دُموعٍ يُسيلُها
يَخُض عِندَها مِن بَينِ أَعينِهِ البَحرا
And whoever reflects upon the tears he sheds
wades through them into the sea flowing from between his eyes.
رَأَيتُ عَلى طُرسِ الوُجودِ صَحائِفاً
يُداوِلُ فيها رَبَّها النَظمُ وَالنَثرا
Upon the parchment of existence I saw pages
on which their Lord alternates verse and prose:
مُنَظَّمَةٌ حَبا مُشَتَّتَةً قَلى
مُؤَلَّفَةً عَرفا مُخلِفَةً نَكرا
ordered by love, scattered by loathing,
reconciled by the familiar, set at variance by the strange.
جُنودُهُ مِنَ الأَرواحِ قَد أَصبَحَ الهَوى
لِأَشكالِها سَمطاً وَأَصبَحَتِ الدرا
Its hosts are spirits: passion has become
a necklace-string for their forms, and they have become pearls;
لَها في صَباباتِ القُلوبِ مَذاهِبٌ
فَأَشرَفَها حَبا بِأَشرَفِها مُغرى
for them, amid the ardors of hearts, are many paths.
The noblest of them in love is enamored of the noblest—
كَما هامَ قَلبي بِالخَليلِ بنِ مِردَمِ
هُناكَ الهَوى العُذرِيُّ قَد صَحِبَ العُذرا
just as my heart was enamored of al-Khalil ibn Mardam.
There, chaste ʿUdhrī love truly accompanied the maiden.
أَجَلَّ سَراةَ الشامِ بَيتاً وَإِنَّهُ
لِأَحدَثِهِم سَنا وَأَكبَرُهُم قَدرا
The noblest of Syria’s grandees in lineage—and indeed he is
the youngest of them in years, yet the greatest in stature;
وَأَرحَبَهُم ذَرعاً وَأَطوَلُهُم يَداً
وَأَكرَمُهُم نَجراً وَأَصدَقُهُم فَجرا
the broadest in forbearance and the most open-handed;
the noblest in stock and the truest in dawning brilliance.
وَأُقسِمُ أَنّي ما رَأَيتُ نَظيرَهُ
فَتى سَبٌ الأَشياخَ في قَطرِهِ خَبَرا
I swear that I have never seen his equal:
a youth who, through experience, captivated his country’s elders.
وَلَألَأَ نورُ المُصطَفى في نِجارِهِ
فَعَمَّ عَدياً مَجدَ نِسبَتِهِ الزَهرا
The Chosen One’s light made him gleam within his lineage,
and the radiant glory of his ancestry spread throughout ʿAdiyy.
أَتاني قَصيدَ مِنهُ يَبغي إِجازَتي
وَهَل لِضَّيلِ النَجمِ أَن يُقبِسَ البَدرا
An ode from him came to me, seeking my endorsement—
but can a feeble star impart light to the full moon?
وَكَيفَ يُجيزُ المَرءَ مَن بانَ شَأوُهُ
عَلَيهِ وَهَل لِلفَترِ أَن يَعدِلَ الشَبرا
How can a man endorse one whose standing towers above
his own? Can a finger-span equal a handspan?
وَجادَ بِشِعرٍ كِدتُ عِندَ نَشيدِهِ
أُشَكِّكُ هَل بِالشِعرِ جادَ أَمِ الشِعرى
He so enriched my verse that, when he recited it, I nearly
doubted whether he had enriched the verse—or the poet.
يُساجِلُني حَرُّ القَريضِ وَهَل تَرى
يُساجِلُ هَذا التُربِ ذِيالِكَ التِبرا
A master of poetry vies with me—can you imagine
this dust contending with that pure gold?
إِجازَةٌ مِثلي مِثلُهُ خالِصَ الدَعا
بِتَوفيقِهِ وَاللَهِ يَربي لَهُ العُمرا
An endorsement from one like me to one like him is only sincere prayer
for his success—and may God prolong his life.
وَإِنّي أَرى فيهِ مُذِ اليَومَ مُفرَدا
كَذاكَ يُرَجّى البَدرُ مِن شَهدِ الشَهرا
From this day forth, I see in him a peerless man:
thus one who has sighted the crescent may hope for the full moon.
شَهِدتُ بِهِ في الحُسنِ بَدراً وَفي التُقى
شَهِدتُ بِهِ سيماءَ مَن شَهِدوا بَدرا
I testify: in beauty he is a full moon, and in piety
I recognize in him the mien of those who witnessed Badr.
Sol 5.6