لَو أَنَّ شامِخَ قَدرٍ دافِعٌ قَدَرا
لَم يُختَرَم مَن لِإِعزازِ الهُدى ظَهَرا
If lofty rank could ward off fate,
He who rose to exalt right guidance would not have been cut down.
وَلَيسَ يَعلو قَرا الغَبراءِ مِن أَحَدٍ
حَتّى يَكونَ لِأَضيافِ المَنونِ قِرى
No one rises above the earth’s surface
Until he becomes a feast for death’s guests.
حَوادِثٌ لَم تُمَيِّز في تَصَرُّفِها
مَن ضَيَّعَ الحَزمَ مِمَّن أَكثَرَ الحَذَرا
Events, in their course, make no distinction
Between one who neglects prudence and one who takes every precaution.
وَلَو مَشَت غِيَرُ الدَهرِ البَراحَ لَهُ
لَحاوَلَت مِن رَداهُ مَطلَباً عَسِرا
Had the changes of time approached him openly,
They would have found his destruction a hard thing to seek.
وَرَدَّها سَيفُهُ الماضي مُفَلَّلَةً
عَنهُ وَلَكِنَّها دَبَّت لَهُ الخَمَرا
His keen sword would have driven them back, blunted,
But they crept toward him secretly.
حَتّى قَضى ما قَضى مِن لَذَّةٍ وَطَراً
وَكَم قَضَت مِنهُ آمالُ الوَرى وَطَرا
Until he had taken his fill of pleasure,
And the hopes of mankind had so often been fulfilled through him.
وَراغِبٍ عَن سَريرِ المُلكِ فارَقَهُ
فَعاضَهُ اللَهُ في جَنّاتِهِ سُرُرا
He left the throne, though he had no desire for it;
God gave him thrones in His gardens instead.
أَعظِم بِهِ حَدَثاً أَفضى إِلى جَدَثٍ
عَرّى القُلوبَ مِنَ الأَوجالِ حينَ عَرا
How great an event, leading to a grave,
That stripped hearts of fear when it came!
دَمعٌ تَرَقرَقَ في الأَجفانِ ثُمَّ رَقا
وَلَو تَأَخَّرَتِ البُشرى إِذاً لَجَرى
Tears welled in the eyelids, then held back;
Had the glad tidings been delayed, they would have flowed.
لَو لَم تَكُن لِدُموعِ العَينِ عاقِلَةً
لَأَطلَقَ الحُزنُ دَمعاً طالَما أُسِرا
Had there been no restraint upon the eye’s tears,
Grief would have released tears long held captive.
فَليُرغَمِ الدَهرُ أَنفاً أَنَّ حادِثَهُ
أَرادَنا بِسُهادٍ فَاِستَحالَ كَرى
Let time be humbled: its calamity
Meant to give us sleeplessness but turned into sleep.
رَزِيَّةٌ جَلَبَت نُعمى وَزَندُ هُدىً
لَم يَكبُ إِلّا كَرَجعِ الطَرفِ ثُمَّ وَرى
A loss brought blessing; the firebrand of guidance
Faltered only for the blink of an eye, then blazed.
وَصارِمٌ حَمَتِ الدُنيا مَضارِبُهُ
ما قيلَ أُغمِدَ حَتّى قيلَ قَد شُهِرا
And a sharp sword whose blows guarded the world
Was scarcely said to be sheathed before it was said to be drawn.
إِنَّ الزَمانَ جَنى لَمّا جَنى نَدَماً
فَقامَ مِن فِعلِهِ في الحالِ مُعتَذِرا
Time regretted the wrong it had done
And at once rose to apologize for its deed.
وَهَل يُباحُ حِمى الدينِ الحَنيفِ وَقَد
أَلفى مَعَدّاً مُعَدّاً لِلهُدى وَزَرا
How could the sanctuary of the true faith be violated when
It found Maʿadd prepared as a refuge for guidance?
فَقامَ مِن دونِ دينِ اللَهِ يَكلَؤُهُ
بِاللَهِ مُستَنصِراً لِلحَقِّ مُنتَصِرا
He stood before God’s religion to guard it,
Seeking God’s help and winning victory for the truth.
وَقَد جَرى القَلَمُ الأَعلى بِنُصرَتِهِ
فَقَبلَ يُدعى بِهِ مُستَنصِراً نُصِرا
The highest pen had already decreed his victory;
Before he was called the Seeker of Victory, he was granted victory.
أَمَّت خِلافَتُهُ ريحُ النَدى يَسَراً
وَظَلَّ نَشرُ الدُنا مِن نَشرِها عَطِرا
The breeze of generosity came readily to his caliphate,
And the world’s air remained fragrant with its scent.
عُرفاً وَعَرفاً فَما يَنفَكُّ آمِلُهُ
يَستَنزِلُ القَطرَ أَو يَستَنشِقُ القُطُرا
With favor and fragrance, his hopeful petitioner never ceases
To call down rain or breathe in perfume.
وَخُصَّ بِالشَرَفِ المَحضِ الَّذي اِرتَفَعَت
لَهُ النَواظِرُ وَالنورِ الَّذي بَهَرا
He was singled out for pure honor, toward which
Eyes rose, and for the light that shone:
نورِ النَبِيِّ الَّذي ما زالَ مُنتَقِلاً
فيمَن دَعا ظاهِراً مِنهُم وَمُستَتِرا
The Prophet’s light, which has continued to pass
Among those of them who called, openly and in secret.
أَهلُ الصَفا كَرُمَت أَعراقُهُم وَزَكَت
فَكُلُّ صَفوٍ سِواهُم عائِدٌ كَدَرا
A people of purity, whose roots are noble and undefiled;
Every purity apart from theirs turns murky.
وَما بَقي خَلَفٌ مِنهُم فَما نَقَضَت
مِنَ الهُدى وَالنَدى أَيدي الرَدى مِرَرا
So long as a successor of theirs remains, death’s hands
Cannot undo the bonds of guidance and generosity.
هُمُ الأُلى أَخَذَ اللَهُ العُهودَ لَهُم
وَالناسُ ذَرٌّ عَلى مَن بَرَّ أَو فَجَرا
They are the ones for whom God took pledges
When people were scattered motes, whether righteous or wicked.
لِأَجلِهِم خَلَقَ الدُنيا وَأَسكَنَها
وَذَنبُ آدَمَ لَولاهُم لَما غُفِرا
For their sake He created and peopled the world;
Without them, Adam’s sin would not have been forgiven.
أَئِمَّةٌ لَم يَغِب عَنّا لَهُم قَمَرٌ
إِلّا وَأَعقَبَنا مِن سِنخِهِ قَمَرا
They are imams: no moon of theirs has vanished from us
Without another moon of the same stock succeeding it.
وَخَيرُهُم وَأَنا المَسؤولُ ثامِنُهُم
كَما صَفِيُّ أَبيهِ خَيرُ مَن وَزَرا
The best of them—and I am answerable for this—is their eighth,
Just as his father’s chosen one was the best of ministers.
مَن ما يَزالُ يُرينا مِن عَزائِمِهِ
في كُلِّ ظَلماءَ تَدجو أَنجُماً زُهُرا
He continually shows us, through his resolve,
Bright stars in every deepening darkness.
عَودٌ إِذا دَولَةٌ أَلقَت مَقالِدَها
لِرَأيِهِ لَم يَدَع في عودِها خَوَرا
A seasoned man: when a state entrusts its keys
To his judgment, he leaves no weakness in its renewal.
ما زالَ بِالجِدِّ يَنفي كُلَّ نائِبَةٍ
حَتّى اِستَقامَ بِهِ الجَدُّ الَّذي عَثَرا
Through earnest effort he kept every misfortune away
Until, through him, the fortune that had stumbled stood firm.
رَدَّ الوَزيرُ الأَجَلُّ العِزَّ مُقتَبَلاً
وَالأَمنُ مُنبَسِطاً وَالعَدلُ مُنتَشِرا
The most exalted minister restored honor, radiant once more,
And security spread out, and justice spread abroad.
مُبَرِّحٌ بِالعِدى يَأبى الإِباءُ لَهُ
أَن يُبتَغى عِندَهُ وِترٌ إِذا وَتَرا
He is harsh with enemies, and his pride will not allow
A grievance to go unavenged when he has suffered one.
ظُباكَ لا شَكَّ مِن آرائِهِ طُبِعَت
فَما أَراقَت دَماً إِلّا مَضى هَدَرا
Your sword edges were surely forged from his judgments;
Whenever they shed blood, it was shed without recompense.
يا أَوضَحَ البيضِ عِندَ المُجتَلى أُثُرا
أَجَل وَأَشهَرُها يَومَ الوَغى أَثَرا
O brightest of blades in appearance, clearest in signs,
And greatest, most renowned in deeds on the day of battle!
اِقهَر أَساكَ بِما قَد جَرَّ مِن فَرَحٍ
فَكَم قَهَرتَ عَزيزاً قَطُّ ما قُهِرا
Overcome your sorrow with the joy it has brought,
For how many mighty men have you overcome who had never been subdued?
فَهوَ الأَسى كُلَّما سَكَّنتَهُ سَكَنَت
نيرانُهُ وَإِذا سَعَّرتَهُ اِستَعَرا
Sorrow is such that whenever you calm it, its fires subside;
When you stoke it, it blazes.
كَأَنَّ حَظَّكَ مِمَّن غابَ مُحتَضَرا
يَزيدُ في كُلِّ يَومٍ عِندَ مَن حَضَرا
It is as though your share from the one who departed at death
Grows each day among those who remain.
سارَعتَ مُنصَلِتاً في أَخذِ بَيعَتِهِ
حَتّى جَمَعتَ عَلَيها البَدوَ وَالحَضَرا
You hastened, sword drawn, to secure his pledge of allegiance
Until you united nomads and townspeople upon it.
مُبادِرينَ لَها مُستَعصِمينَ بِها
مِنَ الحَوادِثِ وَالحُسنى لِمَن بَدَرا
They hastened to it, seeking its protection
From calamities; good fortune belongs to whoever came first.
لَمّا دَعَوتُهُمُ عِزّاً لَها الجَفلى
وَلَو سِواكَ دَعا ذُلّاً لَها النَقَرى
When you summoned them all to it, the general call brought honor;
Had another summoned only a few, it would have brought disgrace.
وَما تَمَيَّزَ فيها مُذ أَمَرتَ بِها
مَن يَنزِلُ القاعَ مِمَّن يَسكُنُ المَدَرا
Since you ordered it, no distinction appeared in the pledge
Between one who dwells on bare ground and one in built houses.
جاؤوكَ مِن كُلِّ أَوبٍ قاطِعينَ فَلا
تَلقى العَرامِسُ نَصّاً دونَها وَسُرى
They came to you from every direction, crossing distances;
No swift march or night journey was beyond their sturdy camels.
يُصافِحونَ يَداً تَنفي بِسَورَتِها
كَيدَ الخُطوبِ وَنَستَسقي بِها المَطَرا
They clasp a hand whose force drives away
The plots of disasters, and through which we seek rain.
تَحمي وَتَهمي فَلا زالَت مُؤَمَّلَةً
تُرجى لِمَنعِ ثَراءٍ أَو لِرَيِّ ثَرى
It protects and pours forth; may it always inspire hope,
Looked to for the defense of wealth or the watering of soil.
لَو لَم تُمَدَّ لَكَ الأَيدي مَدَدتَ قَناً
عَوَّدتَها تَرِدُ اللَباتِ وَالثَغَرا
Had hands not been extended to you, you would have extended lances
Accustomed to reaching throats and frontier passes.
مَرى سَدادُكَ خِلفَ الرَأيِ مُجتَهِداً
حَتّى لَقَد قَلَّ خُلفٌ وَاِستَقَلَّ مِرا
Your sound judgment diligently drew out the best from differing views
Until disagreement grew rare and contention diminished.
وَأَيُّ سَعيِكَ لِلإِسلامِ ما حَمِدَت
لَكَ الخَلائِفُ فيهِ الوِردَ وَالصَدَرا
Which of your efforts for Islam has failed to earn praise
From the caliphs, from its beginning to its end?
تَقَدَّسَت روحُ مَن سَمّاكَ عُدَّتَهُ
فَنِعمَ ما وَرَّثَ الباقي وَما ذَخَرا
Blessed be the soul of him who named you his mainstay;
How fine the support he left behind and stored up!
وَمُنتَضيكَ وَقَد لَجَّ الجِماحُ بِمَن
بَغى عَلَيهِ فَكُنتَ الصارِمَ الذَكَرا
He drew you like a sword when rebellion surged in one
Who rose against him; you were the keen blade.
عَضباً إِذا شَهِدَ الهَيجاءُ مُضرَمَةً
أَفرى وَإِن شاءَ إِصلاحَ الأُمورِ فَرى
A sharp sword that, when battle blazed, cut deeply,
And, when he wished to set affairs right, decided them.
وَكَيفَ يُصبِحُ هَذا الحَقُّ مُهتَضَماً
وَقَد غَدا دونَهُ ذا اللَيثُ مُهتَصِرا
How could this right be wrongfully seized
When this lion stands before it, ready to strike?
مُظَفَّراً لَم يَزَل في مَنعِ حَوزَتِهِ
يَستَخدِمُ العِزَّ وَالتَأييدَ وَالظَفَرا
Victorious, he has never ceased, in guarding his domain,
To employ honor, divine support, and triumph.
مُذِ اِصطَفاكَ لَهُ المَلكُ الرَفيعُ ذُرىً
وَذُدتَ عَنهُ العِدى أَضحى المَنيعَ ذُرى
Since the lofty king chose you for himself as a high refuge
And you drove enemies from him, he became a secure refuge.
فَإِن يُفَوِّض إِلَيكَ الأَمرَ أَجمَعَهُ
فَبَعدَما رُقتَهُ مَرأىً وَمُختَبَرا
If he entrusts the whole affair to you,
It is after you pleased him in appearance and in trial.
لا يَطلُبَنَّ الوَرى ما أَنتَ مُحرِزُهُ
أَجَلُّهُم خَطَراً مَن باشَرَ الخَطَرا
Let people not seek what you have secured;
The greatest among them is one who has faced danger.
فَعاوَدَ الخَوفُ أَمناً وَالمُباحُ حِمىً
لِبَأسِهِ وَوَفى الدَهرُ الَّذي غَدَرا
Through his might, fear turned back to safety and open ground became protected;
And time, once treacherous, kept faith.
ما عادَ صَرفُ اللَيالي في إِساءَتِهِ
مُذ أَحسَنَ اللَهُ لِلدُنيا بِكَ النَظَرا
The turns of nights no longer do harm
Since God looked kindly on the world through you.
فَأَنتَ يا عُدَّةَ الإيمانِ أَوَّلُ مَن
يَعُدُّ ذا الدَهرُ مِن فَخرٍ إِذا فَخَرا
You, O mainstay of faith, are the first
Whom this age counts among its boasts when it boasts.
إِذا جَحَدناكَ ما أَولَيتَ مِن حَسَنٍ
فَقَد كَفَرناكَ وَالمَغبونُ مَن كَفَرا
If we deny the good you have bestowed on us,
We have shown you ingratitude; the loser is the ungrateful one.
نُثني بِآلاءِ مَن وَلّاكَ نُصرَتَنا
فَشادَ إِقدامُكَ العِزَّ الَّذي دَثَرا
We praise the blessings of the one who appointed you to our aid;
Your boldness rebuilt the honor that had fallen into decay.
وَإِنَّ آلاءَهُ ما لا يُحيطُ بِها
وَصفٌ عَلى أَنَّها تَستَنطِقُ الحَجَرا
His blessings are beyond the reach
Of any description, though they could make stones speak.
مَدحُ الأَئِمَّةَ شَيءٌ لَيسَ يَبلُغُهُ
جُهدُ البَليغِ وَإِن أَنضى لَهُ الفِكَرا
Praising the imams is something beyond
Even the eloquent speaker’s effort, however much he exhausts his thought.
مَناقِبٌ عَدَدَ الأَنفاسِ ما تَرَكَت
لِفاخِرٍ مِن جَميعِ الناسِ مُفتَخَرا
Their virtues are as numerous as breaths; they have left
No cause for boasting to anyone else among mankind.
وَكَيفَ نُدرِكُ بِالأَشعارِ وَصفَ عُلىً
نَعُدُّ إِغراقَنا في وَصفِها حَصَرا
How can poems encompass the description of heights
When even our most extravagant praise seems too little?
لا تَسأَلَنَّ القَوافي عَن فَضائِلِهِم
إِن شِئتَ تَعرِفُها فَاِسأَل بِها السُوَرا
Do not ask rhymes about their virtues;
If you wish to know them, ask the suras.
Sol 6