أزار علي أمة الأحد الظبي
فياكم أقيمت جمعة بخميسه
Ali brought the people of Sunday to the sword-blades;
The cloak of Ali threw the nation into turmoil on Sunday
How many a Friday congregation was held by his host!
So you held Friday prayers on Thursday
وباتت نشاوى تقذف الدم سمره
وقد سكرت من منزعات كؤوسه
And his dusky spears spent the night drunken, spewing blood,
And joyful celebrations spilled blood into darkness
Having grown drunk on draughts drawn from his cups.
Having drunk to excess from their goblets
إذا أم جيشاً مارقاً وتضاحكت
وجوه الظبي في نقعه وعبوسه
When he advances upon a renegade army, and laughter plays
When an apostate army laughed
On the faces of the sword-blades amid his dust and frown,
And the faces of prey were sullen and gloomy in the hunting grounds
أضاق صدور الأرض ملقى جسومه
وغصت لها آفاقها بنفوسه
Its fallen bodies crowd the earth’s breasts,
The earth's chests were too narrow for their fallen bodies
And because of them, its horizons choke on their souls.
And its horizons were choked by their souls
ويلبس عاري الجو سود مسوحه
ولو زف في أقماره وشموسه
And the naked sky dons its black sackcloth,
The naked air dons black robes
Even if led in wedding procession amid its moons and suns.
As though lamented by its moons and suns
فتى عام نعماه رسول أناته
فإن لم يفد أعنته ساعة بؤسه
A young man whose year of bounty is his forbearance’s envoy;
A youth enjoying the Prophet's blessings during his time of ease
If that avails not, an hour of his severity wears the foe down.
If he cannot help in his time of distress, an hour of misfortune
Sol 6.1