خطرَتْ فمالَ الغُصْنُ وهو مُمَنطَقُ
وبدتْ فلاحَ البدرُ وهو مطوّقُ
She sauntered, and the bough swayed, girdled at the waist.
She moved gently, so the branch bent as if bound
She appeared, and the full moon gleamed, wearing a necklace.
The full moon appeared, so it shone unveiled
وتبسّمَتْ فجلَتْ عَقيقاً نثرُه
كالعِقدِ في خَيطِ الصّباحِ منسَّقُ
She smiled and revealed carnelian, whose scattered beads
She smiled, so her dimples scattered like gems
Were arrayed like a necklace on the thread of dawn.
Strung on the thread of dawn, perfectly lined
وتحدّبَتْ فحسِبْتُ أنّ بمرْطِها
صَنماً يُخاطبُني وظبياً ينطِقُ
She inclined, and I thought that beneath her mantle
She blinked, so I thought her kohl-lined eyes
An idol addressed me, and a gazelle spoke.
An idol addressing me, a gazelle speaking
ورنَتْ ففوّقَ لحظُها نَبلاً له
عندَ الرُماةِ على السِّهامِ تفوُّقُ
She gazed, and her glance nocked shafts that
She moaned, so her glances surpassed in aim
Outrank ordinary arrows in archers' eyes.
The arrows of archers, supreme in skill
وتدرّعَتْ حُمرَ الثِّيابِ فأشبهَتْ
شَمساً تورّد من سَناها المَشرِقُ
She donned red garments and resembled
She donned red clothes, so she resembled
A sun whose radiance made the east rosy.
A rising sun, rosy at the horizon's edge
مصقولةٌ صقلَ الحُسامِ كأنّما
بعجينِ طينتِها أُديفَ الزِّئبَقُ
Polished with the polish of a sword, as though
Polished like swords, as if her essence
Quicksilver had been mixed into the kneaded clay of her being.
Was mixed with mercury, smooth and bright
لم ندرِ قبل قوامِها أنّ القَنا
ممّا ينوّرُ في النُضارِ ويورِقُ
Before her stature, we never knew that spear-shafts
We never knew the slender branch could shine
Could blossom amid gold and put forth leaves.
With sap, blossom, and leaves unfurl
سَكْرى إذا اِنفتلَتْ للِين عِظامِها
أخشى على أوصالها تتفرّقُ
Intoxicated when she turns, so supple are her bones
Intoxicated by her soft frame's charm
That I fear her limbs might fall apart.
I fear her bones may come apart and separate
وأغضُّ طَرفي عن تموّجِ خدِّها
حذَرَاً يُراهُ فلا يعودُ فيغرَقُ
I lower my gaze from the rippling of her cheek,
I lower my eyes from her cheek's waves
Lest it behold it and never return, but drown.
Lest I look and get lost, never to return
هي آيةُ الحُسنِ الّتي قد بيّنتْ
كُفْرَ العَذولِ وغيَّ من لا يعشَقُ
She is beauty's sign, which has made clear
The epitome of beauty that shows clearly
The censurer's unbelief and the error of whoever does not love.
The disbelief of the abstainer, and love of the passionate
تهوى زيارتَها وتحذَرُ قومَها
ريحُ الصَّبا فلِذا ترِقُّ وتصفُقُ
Longing to visit her, yet fearing her people,
The morning breeze visits her, yet dreads her people
The east wind therefore grows gentle and flutters.
So it comes and goes, rises and falls
بَيضاءُ منها الخِدْرُ يكنُفُ بيضةً
حُضِنَتْ لريشِ سِهامِ حتفٍ يُرشَقُ
A fair one, whose chamber shelters an egg
Her tent is white, sheltering a white pearl
Brooded to feather the arrows of death that are shot.
Embraced to be pierced by the arrows of fate
لا الرّيحُ يُمكنُها تُبلّغُ نحوَها
منّي السّلامَ ولا خَيالٌ يطرُقُ
No wind can carry toward her
Neither the wind can convey my greetings
My greeting, nor can a phantom visit by night.
Nor can a specter sneak in and reach her
لم تخلُ كعبةُ خِدرِها من طائِفٍ
إمّا غَيورٌ أو محبٌّ شَيّقُ
Her chamber's Kaaba is never without someone circling it:
Her tent was never devoid of a jealous lover
Either a jealous guardian or a yearning lover.
Or a passionate admirer, smitten and fervent
وكذاك لم تبرَحْ تُرفرِفُ حولَها
إمّا بُنودٌ أو قُلوبٌ تخفُقُ
And likewise, there never cease to flutter around her
Around her, hearts of lovers spend the night awake
Either banners or beating hearts.
Like moths around a flame, being consumed
تُمسي قُلوبُ العاشقين لنارِها
تَعشو كما يعشو الفَراشُ فتُحرِقُ
At evening, lovers' hearts, toward her fire,
In passion for her, how many hearts have flowed
Seek light as moths do, and she burns them.
In sorrow, clutching their breasts in agony
كم في هواها مهجة من مُقلةٍ
تجري أسىً ويدٍ بكبدٍ تلصقُ
How much heart's blood, in love of her, from an eye
How many lions, vanquished, without her
Flows in grief; how many a hand presses against a liver!
Complain of weapons with glances that pierce
ولكَمْ ترى من ليثِ غابٍ دونَها
شاكي السِّلاحِ بلحظِ ريم ترمُقُ
How many a forest lion before her do you see,
She combines beauty and charm, so I dread
Bristling with weapons, with a gazelle's gaze, you behold.
And yearn to see her, in constant turmoil
جمعَ الشهامةَ والجَمالَ فتارةً
تخشى لقاهُ وتارةً تتشوّقُ
He combines gallantry and beauty: sometimes
With his cheeks and sword both coming at you
You fear meeting him, and sometimes you yearn for him.
Each stained with blood of hearts slick and smooth
من كلِّ أبلجَ قدُّهُ من رُمحِه
أمضى وأوقعُ في النفوسِ وأرشقُ
Each a bright-faced man whose figure, compared with his spear,
Beauty matched his cheek, and sword alike
Is keener, more piercing to souls, and more graceful.
Both painted with blood of hearts they pierce
حسَنٌ تشاكَلَ خدُّه وحُسامُه
فكِلاهُما بدَمِ القُلوبِ مخلَّقُ
A handsome one: his cheek and sword resemble each other,
He comes in bloom, posture bent with pride
For both are anointed with the blood of hearts.
Or with iron, leaning, about to strike
يلقاكَ إمّا بالنُّضارِ مقرَّطاً
أو بالحديدِ يميلُ وهو مقَرْطَقُ
He meets you either wearing golden earrings,
His mouth froths from drinking the beloved's wine
Or sways in iron, clad in an armored jacket.
And from the cups of death, his fangs bare
يفترُّ عن شنبِ الحبيبِ وإن رأى
خصماً فعن أنيابِ حتفٍ يصْلُقُ
He smiles to reveal a lover's cool, sweet teeth; but if he sees
In his hands, sparks from the fire of death
A foe, he bares death's fangs and roars.
On his cheek, water of youth, glimmering bright
بيدَيهِ من نارِ المنيّة مارجٌ
وبخدِّه ماءُ الشّبابِ مرَقرَقُ
In his hands is a smokeless flame from death's fire,
On many a night I visited her abode
And on his cheek the water of youth shimmers.
Though death lurked around, attentive and watchful
ولَرُبَّ ليلٍ زُرْتُ فيه كِناسَها
والموتُ يرقُبُني وحولي يُحدِقُ
Many a night I visited her gazelle's lair,
I hurried, walking atop the thorns of sorrow
With death watching me and closing in around me.
Trampling misfortunes, crushing adversity
بادَرْتُها أسعى على شوكِ القَنا
وأدوسُ هاماتِ الصِّلالِ وأسحَقُ
I hastened to her, running over the thorns of spears,
Until I attained a hidden pearl
Trampling the heads of vipers and crushing them.
More precious than her tent's brocade, never torn
حتّى ظَفِرْتُ بدُرّةٍ مكنونةٍ
عنها محارةُ خِدْرِها لا تُفلَقُ
Until I gained a hidden pearl
I refrained out of chastity and piety
Whose chamber's shell cannot be split open.
To avoid causing my honor shame and disgrace
فكفَفْتُ عنها عفّةً وتورّعاً
عن وصمةٍ منها لعرضيَ تلحَقُ
Then I refrained from her, in chastity and scruple,
If not for my chastity towards her
To avoid a stain from her that would cling to my honor.
The red of death and blue of steel wouldn't stop me
لولا النّقى عن وصلِها لم ينثني
حُمرُ المَنايا والحديدُ الأزرقُ
Were it not for purity, I would not be turned from union with her
O Lord, days gathered us in union
By crimson deaths or blue steel.
Though the separation between us looms and nears
للَّهِ أيّامٌ تجمّعنا على
جَمعٍ وطرْفُ البينِ عنّا مُطرِقُ
Blessed were the days that gathered us into
Time foils our schemes to part
One company, while separation's eye was lowered from us.
Uniting us again, making our paths meet
والدّهرُ يعكِسُ ما تحاولُه النّوى
منّا فيجمَعُ بيننا ويوفّقُ
Time reversed what separation sought
Our tent poles are still standing and watering place still sweet
For us, bringing us together and reconciling us.
Meadow of life fertile, grassy, and sleek
إذ عودُنا رطْبٌ وموردُ لهوِنا
عذبٌ وروضُ العيش خِصبٌ مؤْنِقُ
When our bough was fresh, and the spring of our pleasure
My chest holds moons of a living tribe
Sweet, and life's garden fertile and delightful.
They pitched their tents above the sun and took camp
وبمُهجَتي أقمارُ حيٍّ بالحِمى
ضرَبوا القِبابَ على الشّموسِ وسَرْدَقوا
With my life I would ransom the moons of a clan in the sanctuary,
Faces like suns or traits of Abu Al-Hussein
Who pitched domed tents over suns and erected pavilions.
Woven together, most wondrous and unique
غُرُّ الوجوهِ كأنّهم من أنجُمٍ
أو من خِصالِ أبي الحُسينِ تلفّقوا
Bright of face, as though from stars
Son of the Trustee, Al-Murtada his name
Or from Abu al-Husayn's virtues they were fashioned.
Successor to the generous leaders that remain
اِبنُ الوَصيِّ المرتَضى وسميّهُ
خلَفُ الكِرامِ السّابقينَ لمن بَقوا
Son of the appointed successor, al-Murtada, and his namesake,
A rain of dew, splitting the clouds of calamity
Heir to the noble forebears for those still living.
Lord of gifts, eloquent and articulate
غيثُ النّدى فلّاقُ هاماتِ العِدا
ربُّ المواهبِ والفصيحُ المُفلقُ
Rain of bounty, cleaver of enemies' skulls,
A free man, whose manner makes clear that if
Lord of gifts, the wondrously eloquent speaker.
Darkness falls, from him suns will radiate
حُرٌّ لهُ شِيمٌ يُريكَ إذا اِنجلَتْ
في ليلِ حادثةٍ شُموساً تشرقُ
A noble man whose qualities, when revealed, show you
Noble traits that show his character was shaped
Suns rising in the night of calamity.
And molded within the clouds compassionate
ومكارمٌ فيه تدلُّك أنّها
خُلُقٌ وفي طبعِ الغَمامِ تخلُّقُ
And virtues in him that tell you they
Kindest to kings in hand, and most generous as a father
Are innate, but in the nature of clouds merely assumed.
Truest to Muslims, gentlest with those downtrodden
أندى الملوكِ يَداً وأكرمُهُم أباً
وأبرُّهُم للمُسلمينَ وأرفَقُ
The most generous-handed of kings, and the noblest in fatherhood,
Soul of the age, its heart and its right hand
The kindest to Muslims, and the gentlest.
Palm of generosity, its bounty and favor
روحُ الزّمان وقلبُه ويمينُه
كفُّ السّماحِ وزَندُه والمرفَقُ
The spirit of the age, its heart and its right hand;
Lenient, when time is long his promise
The palm of generosity, its forearm and elbow.
Is truer than the last dawn, and more veracious
سمْحٌ إذا مطَلَ الزّمانُ فوعدُه
أوفى من الفجرِ الأخيرِ وأصدَقُ
Generous: when time delays, his promise
A sea that with his palm turns iron to sparks
Is more faithful than the later dawn, and truer.
A blaze that melts mountains and lays them to waste
بحرٌ يُشَبُّ من الحَديدِ بكفّه
نارٌ يخِرُّ لها الكَليمُ ويصْعَقُ
An ocean: from the iron in his palm is kindled
He's joy on the throne, and when on his steed
A fire before which Moses falls down thunderstruck.
A speech most eloquent, rhythmic, and savory
هو في النّديِّ على السّريرِ مسرّةٌ
وإذا اِستوى بالسّرْجِ خطبٌ مُونِقُ
In the assembly, upon the throne, he is a delight;
He surpassed the generous ones, though his time
And when settled in the saddle, an astonishing calamity.
Came after theirs, thus the last yet the foremost
سبقَ الكِرامَ وقد تأخّرَ عصرُه
عن عصرهِم فهو الأخيرُ الأسبَقُ
He surpassed the noble, though his age came later
Say to those who deny his greatness and question it
Than theirs: he is the last, yet the foremost.
Contemplate him, investigate, verify, and dig deep
قُل للأُلى جحدوا عُلاهُ وشكّكوا
فيهِ ألا فتأمّلوهُ وحقّقوا
Say to those who denied his eminence and doubted
Flip through the pages of glory, for in those sheets
Him: take heed, contemplate him, and ascertain.
His meaning is the most precise, so precise and pore
وتصفّحوا صُحُفَ المعالي فهو في
صفَحاتِها المَعنى الأدقُّ فدقّقوا
Leaf through the books of lofty deeds, for he is, in
The masters can't fathom his loftiest traits
Their pages, the subtlest meaning: examine closely.
Even if they flew on wings of eagles aloft
لا تُدرِكُ الساداتُ سُؤدده ولو
طاروا بأجنحةِ النّسورِ وحلّقوا
The lords cannot attain his lordship, even if
How they vie to emulate his noble attributes
They flew on vultures' wings and soared.
As gardens aspire to match the most ornate
كم يطلبونَ تشبُّهاً بخِصالهِ
أوَ يُشبِهُ الروضَ الأنيقَ الغلْفَقُ
How often they seek to resemble his qualities!
Nothing in the cosmos parallels his lofty stature
But can pondweed resemble a lovely garden?
Nor on earth matches his wisdom and intellect keen
ما في الكواكبِ منه أرفعُ رِفعةً
كلّا ولا في الأرض منه أحذَقُ
None among the stars is higher in rank than he;
To call another generous is incorrect
Certainly not, nor on earth is anyone more adept.
Except his father, in truth none can compare
لفظُ الجَوادِ على كريمٍ غيرِه
إلّا أباهُ حقيقةً لا يُطلَقُ
The word 'generous,' applied to any generous man besides him—
His flower is the drizzle of spears and his rose
Except his father—is not used in its true sense.
The red of swords, his buds narcissus gleam
رَيحانُهُ سُمْرُ الرّماحِ ووردُه
حُمرُ الصّوارمِ والبُنودُ الزّنبَقُ
His basil is tawny spears, and his roses
He loves nobility, so his heart is obsessed
Crimson blades, while banners are his lilies.
With nothing but the best of virtues it seems
عشِقَ المكارمَ فاِستهامَ فقلبُه
ولِعٌ بغيرِ حِسانِها لا يعْلَقُ
He loved noble deeds and became love-mad; his heart
He jokes with charm in speech, yet his aim
Is impassioned, clinging to no beauties but theirs.
Is the glory of merits, not coquetry and tease
يلهو بنجدٍ في الحديث وقصدُه
نجْدُ المعالي لا النّقا والأبرَقُ
He delights in speaking of Najd, but what he means
If not for lightning confused with the smile of gazelles
Is the Najd of lofty deeds, not the sandhill and stony rise.
Their flashing would not bother him, radiant and bright
لولا اِشتباهُ البرقِ في ضحِكِ الظُّبا
ما شاقَهُ إيماضُهُ المتألّقُ
Were lightning not akin to the smiling of sword-edges,
In many a battle, the clamor of his victory
Its brilliant flashing would not stir his longing.
Sings while death groans, wails, and cries
ولَرُبَّ ملحمةٍ بلابِلُ نَصْرِها
تشدو وأغرِبةُ المَنايا تنعَقُ
Many a battle whose nightingales of victory
The floating clouds above it condense to rain
Sing, while the ravens of death croak!
With lightning striking the foe, pouring and seeping
عقدَتْ عليها السّابحاتُ سحائِباً
تهمي بوارِقُها النّجيعَ وتُغْدِقُ
The swimming steeds massed clouds above it,
Its downpour makes the flames of his lions flare
Whose lightning poured fresh blood in abundant showers.
Melting their stillness until it starts streaming
تَحمي سوابقُها ضغائِنَ أُسْدِها
فيكادُ جامدُها يذوبُ فيدفُقُ
Its foremost steeds inflame its lions' rancors,
A maiden, since her youth calamity was born
Till their solid mass almost melts and gushes forth.
Steel grew firm and from her the swords came unsheathed
عذراءُ منذ بحِجرِها وُلِد الرّدى
شبَّ الحديدُ وشابَ منها المفرِقُ
A virgin, since death was born in her lap:
A destroyer, white of clothes, as though
Steel grew young, while crowns turned gray because of her.
Among them, a servant with cataracts bleached
دهماءُ بيضاءُ الثّيابِ كأنّها
من بعضِها في العينِ عبدٌ أبهَقُ
Dark, yet white-clad, as though
It narrowed, so he widened it, and its expanse
In part, to the eye, she were a slave mottled white.
Without him, from the tailor's needle would have stitched tight
ضاقَتْ فوسّعَها وإنّ فضاءَها
لولاهُ من سُمّ الخِياطِ لأضيَقُ
She grew cramped, and he widened her; indeed, her expanse,
He scaled its depths, and without his sword
But for him, would be narrower than a needle's eye.
I'd believe its dawn never breaks and splits light
وعَلا غياهِبَها ولولا سَيفُه
لوثِقْتُ أنّ صباحَها لا يُفلَقُ
He rose above her darkness; but for his sword,
A singular whom in each part of his being
I would be certain her morning would never break.
You see flow the drizzle of dew that streams and spills forth
فرْدٌ ترى في كلِّ جارحةٍ به
يجري خضمُّ ندىً ويَسْطو فيلَقُ
Peerless: in each of his limbs you see
No chest ever held the world within it
A vast sea of bounty flowing and an army charging.
As his does, where all of the land amasses and fits
ما حازَ صدرٌ قبلَهُ الدُنيا له
في جوفِه جمْعُ البريّةِ يُلحقُ
No breast before his ever encompassed the world;
Lord of bounty and father of the illustrious
Within his depths the whole of creation is gathered.
Release them and untie the fetters of favors immense
ربُّ الندى وأبو الغطارِفةِ الأُلى
فكّوا وِثاقَ المَكرُماتِ وأطلَقوا
Lord of bounty and father of the nobles who
The best of sons, stars on horizons of guidance
Unfastened virtue's bonds and set it free.
Moons in the night of calamity, banishing darkness
خيرُ البَنينَ نُجومُ آفاقِ الهُدى
أقمارُ ليلِ النّقع لمّا يَغسقُ
The finest sons, stars on the horizons of guidance,
Successors spreading bounty without end
Moons of the night of battle-dust when it grows dark.
Numberless, ceaseless, nothing can cause to desist
خُلَفا ندىً للسائلين عطاؤهُم
لا ينتهي عدداً ولا يتعوّقُ
Heirs to generosity: to petitioners their giving
They are sweet-smelling to even the harshest of souls
Is boundless in number and never delayed.
Of gentler temperament than the soft summer breeze
شُمُّ الأنوفِ على قساوتِهم بهم
شِيَمٌ أرقُّ من النّسيمِ وأرْوَقُ
High-nosed with pride; despite their sternness, they have
Bearing the crescent, they grasped the stars
Qualities gentler than the breeze, and more serene.
Dotting the full moons, glimmering with gleam
حمَلوا الأهلّةَ بالأكفِّ وجاوَلوا
فيها النّجومَ وبالبدورِ تدرّقوا
They carried crescents in their palms and jousted
A hunt, when mounted on steeds you'd think them
With stars in them, using full moons as shields.
Eagles in sky with the lions embroidered
صِيدٌ إذا رَكِبوا الجيادَ حسِبْتَها
عِقْبانَ جوٍّ بالأسودِ ترنِّقُ
Proud lords: when they mount their steeds, you would think the steeds
If they tasked the horses to ascend to the heavens
Eagles of the air hovering with lions.
They'd carry them over the galaxies it seems
لو كَلّفوا الخيلَ العُروجَ إلى السّما
كادَتْ بهم فوقَ المجرّةِ تُعنِقُ
If they tasked their horses with ascending to the sky,
I swear by them and their glory, my heart is devoted
They would almost stride above the Milky Way with them.
Calm, loving them, from this loyalty never to cease
قَسماً بِهِم وَبِمجدهم إنّي لَهَم
لسليم قلبٍ ودّهُ لا يمرقُ
By them and their glory I swear: toward them I am
The kindness of their father took hold of my neck
Sound of heart, with a love that never strays.
So I am his captive, unable to be freed
إحسانُ والدِهم تملّك عاتِقي
فأنا له الرِّقُّ الّذي لا يُعتَقُ
Their father's kindness has taken possession of my neck,
I am honored to serve him, esteeming this
So I am his slave who is never freed.
My manners refined and speech following suit
مولىً بخدمته تشرّف عبدُه
وتهذّبَتْ أخلاقُه والمنطِقُ
A master by whose service his servant was ennobled,
From it, my eloquence I have gained, which to him
And his character and speech were refined.
I gift as property and trust, not to be misused
منها اِكتسَبْتُ فصاحَتي فخلعتُها
مِلكاً له وأمانةً لا تُسرَقُ
From that service I gained my eloquence, then gave it over
So when praising them, it is from their father's wealth
As his property, a trust that cannot be stolen.
Upon them I spend, for it is theirs, not mine
فإذا بِهم قلتُ المديحَ فإنّهم
من مالِ والدِهم عليهِم أُنفِقُ
So when I speak praise of them, it is
My Master, may you always be cheered by grandeur
Their father's wealth that I spend upon them.
And may God grant you all that you need
مولايَ لا برِحَتْ تهنّيكَ الوَرى
ولكَ الإلهُ بما تُريدُ يوفِّقُ
My lord, may humankind never cease to congratulate you,
With the fortune of your two sons, Ahmad and his brother
And may God grant you success in what you desire.
Mahmoud, joy has poured upon all to see
بختانِ سِبطِكَ أحمدٍ وشقيقِه ال
محمودِ فاضَ على البريّة رونَقُ
At the circumcision of your grandson Ahmad and his brother al-
Leaves sing merrily, branches clap and dance
Mahmud, a radiance has overflowed upon humankind.
As leaves on boughs of trees flutter and gleam
والوُرْقُ تصدَحُ بهجةً وتطرُّباً
والدّوحُ في ورقِ الغصونِ يصفِّقُ
The gray doves sing in joy and delight,
Two apple branches, atop glory's tree
And the great trees clap amid the leaves of their branches.
Each at its peak, hanging over and looming
سبطَينِ كالسِّمطَيْنِ في جيدِ العُلا
كُلٌّ مُناطٌ فوقَه ومعلّقُ
Two grandsons, like two necklaces on greatness's neck,
Like two earrings, raised above
Each fastened above it and suspended.
Eyes that gaze upon them watchful, not blinking
للمجد كالقُرطَينِ لا بل مرفَعُ ال
عَينَينِ أمْسى فيهِما يتحدّقُ
For glory, like two earrings—no, the point toward which its
Two lanterns of two intertwined lights like
Two eyes are raised, as it now gazes intently on them.
Two hawks, between them no divide or cleavage
قبَسَيْنِ من نورَين مشتقّينِ كالن
نسرينِ بين سناهُما لا يُفرَقُ
Two flames derived from two lights, like the two
Like two gems combined, both finer
Vulture stars, whose radiances cannot be told apart.
Than the shining moon, brighter and beaming
كالفرقدَينِ تلابَسا فكلاهُما
أسنى من القمرِ المُنيرِ وأفوَقُ
Like the two Farqad stars, entwined; both of them
Two pearls from two seas, both a torrent
Are more radiant than the shining moon, and higher.
In which the deep diver wanders and sinks
درّينِ من بحرينِ كلٌّ منهما
لججٌ يتيهُ بخوْضه المتعمّقُ
Two pearls from two seas, each of which
Two arrows, close by you see
Is deep water where the deep-plunging diver loses his way.
Each striking the enemies, burning and reeking
شهمينِ كالسّهمين عن كثبٍ ترى
كُلّاً به تُصمى العُداةُ وتُحرَقُ
Two gallant men like two arrows; close at hand you see
Sons of Hussein, of virtue and piety
Each one, through whom foes are slain outright and burned.
Moon of glory, would that he stay unfading
ولَدَيْ حُسينٍ ذي المفاخِر والتّقى
قمر العُلا يا لَيتهُ لا يُمحَقُ
Two sons of Husayn, possessor of proud deeds and piety,
Noble, with revival of our creed after him
The moon of greatness—oh, would that he never waned!
A memory beautiful, loved and heartening
حرٌّ له من بعدِ إحياءِ الثّنا
ذكرٌ جميلٌ يُستطابُ ويُنشَقُ
A noble man who, after bringing praise to life, has
He left five full moons for us
A beautiful remembrance that is savored and inhaled.
Perfect, the middle one the most perfect and becoming
أبقى لنا منه بُدوراً خمسةً
تمّوا وأوسطُهم أتمُّ وأليَقُ
He left us five full moons of his own,
Upon him the doves of mercy poured
All complete; the middle one more complete and more worthy.
Their dew, quenching him each morn and perfuming
فعليهِ ما شدَتِ الحمائِمُ رحمةً
تسقيهِ ديمتُها الصّبوحَ وتعبُقُ
May mercy rest upon him as long as doves sing,
Safety's King, our refuge from harm
Its gentle rain giving him a morning draught and spreading fragrance.
May God protect you from evil and unease
ملكَ السّلامةَ والأمانَ من الرّدى
وكفاكَ ربُّك ما يسوءُ ويُقلِقُ
He gained safety and security from death,
The breeze of generosity and grandeur blew open
And may your Lord spare you whatever harms and troubles.
So inhale the pride that in you dwells, aroma soothing
واِنشَق رياحينَ المكارم والعُلا
واِشمَم بجَيبكِ أيَّ فخر يعْبَقُ
Breathe in the basil of noble deeds and greatness,
Sip the sweet nectar, the joy your traits usher
And smell what fragrant pride your bosom holds.
Noble mannerisms that make foes boil, cheeks flaming
واِرشف هنيّاً أيَّ شهدِ مسرّةٍ
شيمٌ تغصُّ بها العُداةُ وتشرقُ
Sip with pleasure the honey of joy—
And wear the most honored of robes
Virtues on which foes choke and gag.
That time itself wears out, while tailors sew and stitch more
واِلبَس من الإجلالِ أشرفَ حُلّةٍ
يَبلى بجدَّتِها الزّمانُ ويخلُقُ
And don the noblest robe of reverence,
At whose freshness time wears out and grows threadbare.
Sol 6.1