يا مَن بِمَغدى الشَّمسِ أَو بِمَراحِها

أَو مَن يَكونَ بِقرنِها المُتنازِحِ

O you who were at the sunset of the sun or in its resting place

Or you who would be at its tossing horn

قُل لِلقَوافِل وَالغزيِّ إِذا غَزَوا

وَالباكِرينَ وَلِلمُجِدِّ الرَّائِحِ

Tell the caravans and the raider when they raid

And the early risers and the gentle wind

إِنَّ السَّماحَةَ وَالمُروءَةَ ضُمِّنا

قَبراً بمَرو عَلى الطَّريقِ الواضِحِ

That chivalry and manliness were buried

A grave in Marw on the clear road

فَإِذا مَرَرتَ بِقَبرِهِ فَاعقِر بِهِ

كُومَ الهِجانِ وَكُلَّ طِرفٍ سابِحِ

So if you pass by his grave, then with it

Drag the mountains of calumny and every flowing side

وَاِنضَح جَوانِبَ قَبرِهِ بِدِمائِها

فَلَقَد يَكونُ أَخا دَمٍ وَذَبائِحِ

And sprinkle the sides of his grave with their blood

For he may be a brother to blood and sacrifices

وَاظهَر بِبِزَّتهِ وَعَقدِ لوائِهِ

وَاِهتِف بدَعوة مُصلتينَ شَرامِحِ

And expose with his standard and tie his banner

And shout the call to prayer of two bold worshippers

آبَ الجُنودَ مُعقِّباً أَو قافِلاً

وَأَقامَ رَهنَ حفيرَةٍ وَضَرائِحِ

Returning the troops, pursuing or traveling

And remains hostage to a dug pit and tombs

وَأَرى المَكارِمَ يَومَ زيلَ بِنَعشِهِ

زالَت بِفَضلِ فَضائِلٍ وَمَدائِحِ

And I see chivalry when the bier of Zayl departed with it

Vanished by the grace of superior merits and eulogies

وَخَلَت مَنابِرُهُ وَحُطَّ سُروجُهُ

عَن كُلِّ سَلهَبَةٍ وَطِرفٍ طامِحِ

And his pulpits became empty and his saddle was lowered

From every rising flame and aspiring side

وَكَفى لَنا حَزَناً بِبَيتٍ حَلَّهُ

أُخرى المنونَ فَلَيسَ عَنهُ بِبارِحِ

And it is enough sadness for us, a house which death entered

Another time, so it does not depart from it last night

رَجَفَت لِمَصرَعِه البِلادُ فَأَصبَحَت

مِنّا القُلوبُ لِذاكَ غَيرَ صَحائِحِ

The countries trembled at his death so our hearts became

From us toward that different, not calm

وِإِذا يُناحُ عَلى اِمرئٍ فَتَعلَّمن

أَنَّ المُغيرَةَ فَوقَ نَوحِ النائِحِ

And when one laments over a man, then learn

That Al-Mughira is above the wailing of the wailer

يَبكي المُغيرَةَ دينُنا وَزَمانُنا

وُالمُعوِلاتُ بِرَنَّةٍ وَتَصايُحِ

Al-Mughira is mourned by our religion and our time

And the heavily pregnant women with ringing and screaming

ماتَ المُغيرَةُ بَعدَ طولِ تَعَرُّضٍ

لِلقَتلِ بَينَ أَسنَّةٍ وَصفائِحِ

Al Mughira died after long exposure

To killing among sharp swords and blades

وَالقَتلُ لَيسَ إِلى القِتال وَلا أَرى

حَيّاً يُؤَخِّرُ لِلشَّفيقِ النّاصِحِ

And killing is not to fighting, and I do not see

A living person who delays the truthful advisor

لِلَّهِ دَرُّ مَنيَّةٍ فاتَت بِهِ

فَلَقَد أَراهُ يَرُدُّ غَربَ الجامِحِ

To God belong the ways of death which came upon him

For I saw him repelling the rushing flood

هَلا أَتَتهُ وَفَوقَهُ بِزّاتُهُ

يَغشى الأَسِنَّةَ فَوقَ نَهدٍ قارِحِ

If only death had come to him while his banners were upon him

Covering the sharp swords above a firm neck

في جَحفَلٍ لَجِبٍ تَرى أَعلامَهُ

مِنهُ تُعَضِّلُ بِالفَضاءِ الفاسِحِ

In a large crowd, you would see his banners

Flying freely in the vast space

يَقصُ السُّهولَةَ وَالحُزونَةَ إِذا غَدا

بِزهاءِ أَرعَنَ مِثلِ لَيلٍ جانِحِ

Cutting through the plains and the grief when he marched

Like an aroused night during a dark night

وَلَقَد أَراهُ مُجَفِّفاً أَفراسُهُ

يَغشى مَراجِحَ في الوَغا بِمراجِحِ

And I saw his horses covering the leaning places in Al-Wagha with leaners

The youths of Adiya trained them in the ways of war

فِتيانُ عادِيَةٍ لَهُمُ مَرَسُ الوَغى

سَنّوا بِسُنَّةٍ مُعلِمينَ جَحاجِحِ

Donning thick coats of mail in wars as if they are

Deceits that confuse in the innards of camels

لَبِسوا سَوابِغَ في الحُروبِ كَأَنَّها

غُدُرٌ تحَيِّرُ في بُطونِ أَباطِحِ

And when the striking of the spears appeared to them

They would strike with the breasts of the chests, the organs

وَإِذا الضِّرابُ عَنِ الطعانِ بَدا لَهُم

ضَرَبوا بمُرهَفَةِ الصُّدورِ جَوارِحِ

If at that time fate had opposed him with death

He would protect the sanctuary and herd the herder

لَو عِندَ ذَلِكَ قارَعَتهُ منيّةٌ

لحمى الحِواءَ وَضَمَّ سَرحَ السّارِحِ

You were the savior of our land, so you left us

So today we are patient with the arid time

كَنتَ الغياثَ لِأَرضِنا فَتَرَكتَنا

فَاليَومَ نَصبِرُ لِلزَّمانِ الكالِحِ

Now when you were more perfect than anyone who walked

And your outstanding merit surpassed the outstanding merit of the outstanding

الآنَ لَمّا كُنتَ أكملَ من مَشى

وَاِفتَرَّ نابُكَ عَن شَباةِ القارِحِ

And manliness was completed in you, all of it

And you supported that with righteous deeds

وَتكامَلَت فيكَ المُروءَةُ كُلُّها

وَأَعَنتَ ذَلِكَ بِالفَعالِ الصّالِحِ

So deny Al-Mughira to Al-Mughira when it came

Barking confusedly at the howling of the howler

فَاِنعَ المُغيرَةَ لِلمُغيرَةِ إِذ غَدَت

شَعواءَ مُجحِرَةً لِنَبحِ النّابِحِ

Two ranks differing when they met

Retreated with a face clearly surrendering or marrying

صَفّانِ مُختَلِفانِ حينَ تَلاقَيا

آبوا بوَجه مُطَلِّقٍ أَو ناكِحِ

And heavily armored, the elite disliked his fighting

Complaining of weapons, stabbing or spearing

وَمُدَحّجٍ كَرِهَ الكُماةُ نِزالَهُ

شاكِيَ السِّلاح مُسايفٍ أَو رامِحِ

A ram toured a battalion with a battalion

Repelling its star with a head butting

قَد زارَ كَبشٌ كَتيبَةً بِكَتيبَةٍ

يردي لِكَوكَبِها بِرأَسٍ ناطِحِ

Defensive, without protecting his sanctuary and birthplace

Protecting the truth from an enemy, struggling

غَيرانَ دونَ حَريمه وَتِلاده

حامي الحَقيقَةِ لِلعدوّ مُكافِحِ

Your hands preceded his with a quick stab

That gasped as it penetrated roots and organs

سَبَقَت يَداكَ لَهُ بِعاجِلٍ طَعنَةٍ

شَهَقَت لمنفذها أصولٌ جوانِحِ

And the horses stumbling in the blood which had flowed

Over the necks, their blood in streams

وَالخَيلُ تَعثُر في الدِّماءِ وقَد جَرى

فَوقَ النُّحور دِماؤُها بِسرائِحِ

So I crave cravingly for him whenever

The armor clanked on the wiper the wiper

فَتَلهَفي لَهفي عَلَيهِ كُلَّما

خيفَ الغِرار عَلى المُدَرِّ الماسِحِ

Your patience with your cousin's ignorance consoles him

And you turn away the struggle of every struggler

تَشفي بِحلمِكَ لابنِ عَمُكَ جَهلَهُ

وَتُرُدُّ عَنهُ كِفاحَ كُلِّ مُكافِحِ

And when your cousin rages against you, he did not

Reconcile in the morning after contention

وإِذا يَصولُ بِك ابنُ عَمِّكَ لَم يَصُل

بِمواكِلٍ وَكَلٍ غَداةَ تَجايُحِ

A reconciler dies while his peace is intact

And a fighter of his enemy with a handshake

صِلٌّ يَموتُ سليمهُ قَبل الرُّقى

وَمخاتِلٌ لِعَدوّهِ بِتَصافُحِ

And when matters become similar to men

Then they are distributed with locks and keys

وَإِذا الأُمورُ عَلى الرِّجالِ تَشابَهَت

فَتَوَزَّعَت بِمَغالِقٍ وَمَفاتِحِ

So Al-Suhayl cut with a decisive, bitter sword

Without the men, with the merit of a discerning mind

فَتَلَ السَّحيلَ بِمُبرَمٍ ذي مرَّةٍ

دونَ الرِّجالِ بِفَضلِ عَقلٍ راجِحِ

And I see the gallants with Al-Mughira have become

Weeping over the release of the two hands, forgiving

وَأَرى الصَّعالِكَ بِالمُغيرَةِ أَصبَحَت

تَبكي عَلى طَلقِ اليَدينِ مُسامِحِ

Spring was for them when they enjoyed the dew

And the flashes of lightning faded, glimpsing

كانَ الرَّبيع لَهُم إِذا انتَجَعوا النَّدى

وَخَبَت لَوامِعُ كُلِّ بَرقٍ لامِحِ

A king, a young crowned one, exalted for him

The eye of the friend and the eye of the resentful lowered

مَلكٌ أَغَرُّ مُتَوَّجٌ يَسمو لَهُ

طَرفُ الصَّديقِ وَغُضَّ طَرف الكاشِحِ

Repelling the flags of wars against the enemy

With the good fortune of the birds of Suhub and organs

دَفّاعُ أَلويَةِ الحُروبِ إِلى العِدى

بِسُعودِ طَيرِ سَوانِحٍ وَبَوارِحِ

Al-Muhallab with Al-Mughira was like one who

Cast buckets into a reservoir pouring

كانَ المُهَلّبُ بِالمُغيرَةِ كَالَّذي

أَلقى الدِّلاءَ إِلى كفيتٍ مائِحِ

So he reached a group getting water, so it watered for him

In its basin with directives and keys

فَأَصابَ جُمّة مُستَقى فَسَقى لَهُ

في حَوضِهِ بِنَوازِعٍ وَمَواتِحِ

Days, if only he took the middle of a wilderness

Whose thirsty ones overflowed with streaming drink

أَيام لَو يَحتَلُّ وَسطَ مَفازَةٍ

فاضَت معاطِشُها بِشربٍ سائِحِ

The Muhallab still has for them a young man

Who flows the newcomers of every burning war

إِنَّ المهالِبَ لا يَزالُ لَهُمُ فَتىً

يَمري قَوادِمَ كُلِّ حَربٍ لاقِحِ

With relatives, following their relations

Plundering the honor of Sababis and old women

بِالمُقرَباتِ لَواحِقاً أَقرابُها

تَجتابُ عَرضَ سَباسِبٍ وَصَحاصِحِ

It would ruin every heavily armed eminent one

Like a lion between its growling lair

تُردي بِكُلِّ مُدَجّجٍ ذي نَجدةٍ

كَالأُسدِ بَينَ عَرينِها المُتناوِحِ

Bent over, the battalions swarm around him

Sharp of innards from the gushing stab

مُتَلَبِّبَاً تَهفو الكَتائِبُ حَولَهُ

مُلحَ البُطونِ مِن النَّضيحِ الرَّاشِحِ

O eye, so cry for this one of action and this dew

With pouring tears coming cascading

يا عينُ فَاِبكي ذا الفِعالِ وَذا النَّدى

بِمَدامِعٍ سَكبٍ تَجيءُ سَوافِحِ

And cry for him in the stumbling time for all of us

And for every widow and traveling companion

وَابكيهِ في الزَّمَنِ العُثور لكلِّنا

وَلِكُلِّ أَرمَلَةٍ وَرَهبٍ رازِحِ

For you have lost a helper, like the full moon

Which blossomed, of high birth and cascades

فَلَقَد فَقَدتِ مُسَوِّداً ذا نجدَةٍ

كَالبَدرِ أَزهَرَ ذا جَداً وَنوافِحِ

He was the refuge for our religion and hopes

And our asylum in every grave misfortune

كانَ المَلاكَ لدينِنا وَرَجائِنا

وَملاذَنا في كُلِّ خَطبٍ فادِحِ

So he passed away, leaving us for every great one

And every matter of tremors, rushing

فَمَضى وَخَلَّفنا لِكُلِّ عَظيمَةٍ

وَلِكُلِّ أَمرٍ ذي زَلازِلَ جامِحِ

I have not said about you, but you are worthy of my words

Rather, the praise of the praiser falls short of you

ما قُلتُ فيكَ فَأَنتَ أَهلُ مَقالَتي

بَل قد يُقصِّرُ عَنكَ مَدحُ المادِحِ