أأُسقى نميرَ الماءِ ثمَّ يَلذُّ لي
ودورُكُمُ آلَ الرّسولِ خَلاءُ
Shall I water Nimr's camels, then delight in that,
While your abodes—O House of the Messenger—are desolate?
وَأَنتم كَما شاءَ الشَّتاتُ وَلَستُمُ
كَما شِئْتُمُ في عيشَةٍ وَأَشاءُ
You are as the decree of fate has scattered you, not
As I wished, settled in comfort and security.
تُذاودن عَن ماءِ الفُراتِ وكارعٌ
بِهِ إِبلٌ لِلغادرين وشاءُ
At the Euphrates' water you are kept from drinking
While cattle owned by the traitors drink their fill.
تَنَشّر مِنكم في القواءِ معاشرٌ
كَأنّهُمُ لِلمُبصرينَ مُلاءُ
Some of you live in misery, driven to beg
As though to the onlookers they are in luxury.
أَلا إِنَّ يَومَ الطفّ أَدمى مَحاجراً
وأَدوى قُلوباً ما لَهُنَّ دواءُ
Truly the day of al-Taff wrung hearts with anguish
And seared hearts that have no remedy for their pain.
وَإِنّ مُصيباتِ الزمانِ كَثيرةٌ
وَرُبّ مُصابٍ لَيسَ فيهِ عَزاءُ
For the woes of the age are many indeed,
And in many an affliction there is no comfort.
أَرى طَخْيةً فينا فَأَينَ صَباحُها
وَداءً عَلى داءٍ فأين شفاءُ
I see a humiliation among us—so where is its dawn?
And ills piled on ills—so where is the cure?
وَبَينَ تَراقينا قُلوبٌ صَديئةٌ
يُرادُ لَها لَو أُعطيَتْهُ جلاءُ
Between us are estranged hearts that would be soothed
If only they were given respite and relief.
فَيا لائِماً في دَمعَتي أَو مفنّداً
عَلى لَوعَتي وَاللوم منهُ عَناءُ
So blame not my tears or denounce my agony,
For from you I have naught but yearning and weeping.
فَما لَكَ مِنّي اليومَ إلّا تَلهُّفٌ
وَما لكَ إلّا زَفرةٌ وبكاءُ
Is there any consolation for me, when the House of Muhammad
Wander dispossessed, with none to give them shelter?
وَهَل ليَ سُلوانٌ وآلُ محمّدٍ
شَريدُهُمُ ما حان منه ثواءُ
From the meadows they are barred, their mounts denied access,
While others are left to graze, enjoying the herbage.
تُصَدُّ عنِ الرّوحاتِ أَيدي مَطِيِّهمْ
وَيُزوى عَطاءٌ دَونَهم وحِباءُ
It is as if they were a people not of Muhammad's line
Or of his followers—nay, rather his foes!
كأنّهُمُ نسلٌ لغير محمّدٍ
وَمِن شعبهِ أَو حزبهِ بُعداءُ
O stars that guide by Allah's light though the ignorant
Are oblivious—the House of Muhammad is to Paradise
فَيا أَنجُماً يَهدي إِلى اللَّهِ نورُها
وَإِن حالَ عَنها بِالغبيّ غَباءُ
What their enemies are to Hellfire!
Let dawn upon your horizon and evening soothe
فَإِنْ يكُ قَومٌ وُصلةً لِجَهنّمٍ
فَأَنتمْ إِلى خُلدِ الجنانِ رِشاءُ
My sorrowful heart that stirs again within me.
These tears that pour from my eyes flow not from their rims
دَعوا قَلبِيَ المَحزونَ فيكم يهيجُهُ
صَباحٌ عَلى أُخراكمُ ومساءُ
But drip from my heart—so in truth they are blood.
Without you life is but misery and torment;
فَلَيسَ دُموعي مِن جُفوني وَإِنّما
تَقاطَرْنَ مِن قَلبي فَهُنَّ دِماءُ
No good is there in it. Survival would be extinction.
If you knew hardship in this world, then only
إِذا لَم تَكونوا فَالحياةُ مَنيّةٌ
وَلا خَيرَ فيها وَالبقاءُ فناءُ
Would my joy be whole if you did not share the hardship.
May Allah curse a people who did not repay your kindness,
وَإمّا شَقيتمْ في الزمانِ فإنّما
نَعيمي إِذا لَم تلبسوهُ شقاءُ
Though you were gracious and they did evil!
When disaster strikes they have no champion
لَحَا اللَّهُ قَوماً لَم يُجازوا جَميلكم
لأنَّكُمُ أَحسنتُمُ وَأَساؤوا
To rise and face the trial—no requital at all!
Allah watered high dunes that loom over you
وَلا اِنتاشهُم عندَ المكارِهِ مُنهضٌ
ولا مَسّهم يَومَ البلاءِ جزاءُ
And still pours down on them from rainclouds, abundant.
Toward them the clouds proceed and in their wake
سَقَى اللَّهُ أَجداثاً طُوين عَليكُمُ
وَلا زالَ مُنْهلاً بهنَّ رِواءُ
Roll thunderclaps from the bellowing gloom.
As if, by their valleys, the quickening winds had breathed
يَسيرُ إِلَيهِنّ الغمامُ وَخَلفهُ
زَماجِرُ مِن قَعقاعِه وحُداءُ
Into them an undying moan and rumbling.
And whomsoever is quenched honourably in Paradise
كَأَنَّ بواديهِ العِشار تَروَّحتْ
لَهنَّ حنينٌ دائمٌ ورُغاءُ
Is not touched by the downpour of the rainclouds.
وَمَن كانَ يُسقى في الجنانِ كَرامةً
فَلا مَسَّه مِن ذي السحائِبِ ماءُ
