إِنَّما كانَ طَلحَةُ الخَيرِ بَحراً

شُقَّ لِلمُعتَفينَ مِنهُ بُحورُ

Talha was an ocean of virtue

With abundant springs for the needy to draw

ثُمَّ كانَ الَّذي تَلَقّاكَ مِنهُ

نائِلٌ واسِعٌ وَسَيبٌ غَزيرُ

And whatever you drew from this sea

Was a copious, free-flowing, bountiful flow

يَتَّقي الذَمَّ بِالفَعالِ وَيَبني

مَجدَ مَن قَد تَضَمَّنَتهُ القُبورُ

He shunned blame through good deeds and built

A legacy in the graves that confined the renowned

بِسِجِستانَ قَدَّسَ اللَهُ مِنهُ

قَد ثَوى في الضَريحِ خَيرٌ كَثيرُ

In Al-Baqi, sanctified by God, he now rests

Many a virtuous man lies in that shrine

خَلَّفَتهُ لَنا شَمائِلُ عَبدِ ال

لَهِ لا جاحِدٌ وَلا مَنزورُ

Abdul Muttalib left him as an example for us

With no detractors, no dishonor accrue

بِالطِعانِ الشَديدِ وَالنائِلِ الجَز

لِ إِذا نَكَّسَ البَخيلُ الدَثورُ

Severe when censuring, bountiful when giving

Making misers recoil whenever their coffers withdrew

حَمِسٌ بِاللِواءِ لَيثٌ إِذا ما

رايَةُ الموتِ بِالمَنايا تَدورُ

Valiant with the banner whenever death

Unfurled its flags and destiny spun

حينَ لا يُقدِمُ الجَبانُ وَلا يَص

بِرُ إِلّا المُشَيَّعُ النِحريرُ

When the coward dares not advance or stand firm

Except the self-sacrificing, undaunted one

تَتَفادى مِنهُ إِذا عَرَفَتهُ

خَشيَةَ الموتِ أُسدُها وَالنُمورُ

Predators will flee him once recognizing

Their dread of death, of lions with their roar

مَرَّةً فَوقَ جِلدِهِ صَدَءُ الدِر

عِ وَيَوماً يَجري عَليهِ العَبيرُ

His coat of mail rang with the clang of swords

And perfume streamed on him some days before

فَهوَ سَهلٌ لِلأَقرَبينَ كَما يُر

تادُ غَيثٌ عَلى البِلادِ مَطيرُ

He is easy on kin, like rainclouds bestow

Their blessing on land with plenteous pour

وَيُباري الصَبا بِجَفنَتِهِ الشي

زى إِذا هاجَتِ الصَبا الزَمهَريرُ

And rivals youth with his grey hair when

The north wind stirs in winter's rigorous core

حينَ لا يَنبَحُ العَقورُ مِنَ القُر

رِ وَلا يُغبَقُ الوَليدُ الصَغيرُ

When pups do not yelp, nor infants mewl

What you have given me will remain secure

سَوفَ يَبقى الَّذي تَسَلَّفتَ عِندي

إِنَّني دائِمُ الإِخاءِ شَكورُ

For I am ever fraternal and grateful

And praise takes riders racing on their course

وَيُؤَدّي الثَناءَ رَكبٌ عِجالٌ

قالَ هاديهِمُ مِنَ اللَيلِ سيروا

Urging them on, their guide against night's gloom

My poetry dispelled their drowsiness

طَرَدوا عَنهُمُ النُعاسَ بِشِعري

وَثَناءٍ يَزينُهُ التَحبيرُ

With praise adorned in most splendid verse

Like my praise for your father, imprisoned, who weeps

كَثَنائي عَلى أَبيكَ الَّذي يَب

كي عَلَيهِ عِندَ الوَثاقِ الأَسيرُ

While chained in shackles, that helpless prisoner

My camel raced to you from the herd—

وَسَرَت بَغلَتي إِلَيكَ مِنَ الشَأ

مِ وَحَورانُ دونَها وَالعَويرُ

The unbroken fillies, the pregnant, the barren

It traversed the plain, the valley, the spring

وَسَواءٌ وَالقَريَتانِ وَعينُ ال

تَمرِ خَرقٌ يَكِلُّ فيهِ البَعيرُ

Where a crying camel folds down to rest

Drinking deep from its squabbles, without

فَاِستَقَت مِن سِجالِهِ بِسِجالٍ

لَيسَ فيهِ مَنٌّ وَلا تَكديرُ

Rancor or bitterness in its bequest