عرّج على البانِ واِنُشُدْ في مَجانِيهِ
قلباً فقد ضاعَ منّي في مَغانيهِ
Journey to the deserts and recite among its sands
A heart that got lost from me among its melodies
وسَلْ ظِلالَ الغَضا عنه فثَمَّ لهُ
مثوىً بها فهَجيرُ الهَجْرِ يُلْجيهِ
And ask the shadows of the lush meadow about it, so settle
A dwelling for it, for the agony of separation afflicts it
أو لا فسَلْ منزلَ النّجوى بكاظمةٍ
عن مُهجَتي وضَماني إنّها فيهِ
Or else ask the abode of whisper in Kadhimah
About my passion and my yearning, for it is in it
واِقْرَ السلامَ عُرَيبَ الجِزع جمعَهُمُ
واِخضَعْ لهم وتلطّفْ في تأدّيهِ
And convey the greetings of sincere sorrow to all of them
And submit to them and be gentle in serving them
وحيّ أقمارَ ذاك الحيّ عن دنَفٍ
يُميتُه الليلُ فِكراً وهْو يُحييهِ
And awaken the moons of that living place from slumber
That the night kills with thoughts while he brings it to life
واِنْحُ الحِمى يا حَماكَ اللّهُ مُلتَمِساً
فكّ القلوبِ الأسارى عندَ أهليهِ
And rise, O protector of Allah, seeking
To unshackle the captive hearts among its people
للَّه حيٌّ إذا أقمارُهُ غربَتْ
أغنَتْكَ عنها وُجوهٌ من غَوانِيهِ
To Allah belongs life when its moons set
Faces of beauties compensate you for them from its melodies
مغنىً إذا اِرْتادَ طَرْفي في ملاعِبِه
حسِبتُهُنّ عُقوداً في تَراقيهِ
A delight, when my gaze roams in its meadows
I imagine them as necklaces in their rise
جَمالُ كلِّ أسيلِ الخدِّ يجمعُه
وقلبُ كلِّ أسيرِ الوجهِ يَحْويهِ
The beauty of the soft-cheeked gazelle unites them
And the heart of the captive-faced contains them
تمشي كُنوزُ الثّنايا من عقائِلِه
مرصودةً بالأفاعي من عَواليهِ
The treasures of the gazelles walk from its chokers
Guarded by snakes from its hillocks
لولا النّوى وجليُّ البَيْنِ لاِلتَبَسَتْ
عواطِلُ السِّربِ حُسناً في حَوالِيهِ
If not for consideration and the clarity of separation
The herds’ beauty would be confused in its surroundings
إذا بمَجرى الظِبا تَجري ضراغِمُهُ
أثارَتِ الخيلُ نقْعاً من عَواليهِ
When the deer run in the course of the valley
The horses stir up dust from its summit
قد يكتفي المُجرمونَ النّاكِسونَ إذا
هبّ النّسيمُ عليهِمْ من نَواحيهِ
The sinful wretches may suffice when
The breeze blows upon them from its sides
مذ حرّمَتْ قُضبُه مسَّ الصّعيدِ على
باغي الطّهورِ ودَمعي ماءُ وادِيهِ
Since its bow prohibited touching the ground to
The violator of my honor, and my tears are the water of its valley
سَقى الحَيا عزَّ أقوامٍ صَوارمُهُم
عن مِنّةِ الغيثِ عامَ الجدبِ تُغنيهِ
It quenched the thirst of the mighty, its sharp swords
Suffice them from the favor of rain in the year of drought
يا نازِحينَ وأوهامي تقرّبُهُم
حُوشِيتُم من لَظى قَلبي وحُوشِيهِ
O you who move away, my imaginations bring them close
Your roughness with the flames of my heart and its roughness
عسى نسيمُ الصّبا في نشرِ تُربتِكُم
يعودُ مَرضاكُمُ يوماً فيَشْفيهِ
Perhaps the breeze of the morning spreading your ashes
Will cure your sickness one day and heal it
مَن لي به من ثَراكُم أن يحدّثني
بِما عليه ذُيولُ العَين ترويهِ
Who is there among your remnants to narrate to me
What the ends of the eyes relate and water it
وحقِّكمْ إن رضيتُم في ضَنى جَسَدي
بحبِّكُم لوجودي في تفانِيهِ
By your right, if you approve in the estrangement of my body
Loving you for my existence in my annihilation
أفري الجُيوبَ إذا غِبتُم فكيفَ إذا
بِنتُم فمِنْ أينَ لي قلبٌ فأفريهِ
I empty my pockets when you are absent, so how when
You are present, from where do I get a heart to empty?
بالنَفسِ دُرّاً بسَمعي كُنتُ ألفِظُه
منكم وَوَرْداً بعَيني كُنت أجنِيهِ
With the soul I used to utter scattered pearls about you
And with the eye I used to pick roses from it
اللّهَ يا ساكِني سَلعٍ بنفسِ شجٍ
على الطّلولِ أسالَتْها مآقِيهِ
Oh Allah, O dwellers of Sala', with a burning passion
Its afflictions have wasted it and whitened its blackness
عانٍ خُصورُ الغواني البيضِ تُنحِلُه
وبيضُ مَرضى الجُفونِ السودِ تَبريهِ
It grazes the beauties with eyes, whenever they turn
Towards the red, they become like berries flowing in the cheek
يَرعى السُها بعُيونٍ كلّما اِلتفتَتْ
نحو العقيقِ غدَتْ في الخدِّ تُجريهِ
The desert shakes it with longing when it understands
The meaning of your gesture in its bending
يهزّهُ البانُ شوقاً حين تَفهَمُه
معنى الإشارة عنكمْ في تَثَنّيهِ
Your moons appear so it imagines them as
Your crescents so they dazzle it
تبدو بُدورُ غوانيكُم فتوهِمُه
بأنّهنّ ثَناياكُم فتُصبيهِ
It fell in love so it became a target in the field of love
So your eyes target it with arrows of killing
هَوى فأضحى بمَيدانِ الهَوى هدَفاً
فعينُكُم بسِهامِ الغُنْجِ تَرميهِ
Passion shows what fire is in its breast
Do you not see its flames in its tip?
يوري النّوى أيَّ نارٍ في جوانحِه
أمَا تَرَوْنَ سَناها في نَواصِيهِ
A pasture for the abode of intimacy in the deserts for us
Still turning towards the settlements with pearls
رَعْياً لمنزلِ أُنسٍ بالعَقيقِ لنا
لا زالَ صوبُ الحيا بالدُّرِّ يوليْهِ
And excellent is the era of pleasures I wandered in
Towards the full moons in some of its nights
وحبّذا عصرُ لَذّاتٍ عرَجْتُ به
نحوَ البُدورِ ببيضٍ من لَيالِيهِ
Honor with it the curved crescent, if it gathered
It would be the finest jewelry in its thread
أكرِمْ بِها من لُوَيلاتٍ لو اِنْتسَقَتْ
لكُنّ في السِلكِ أبهى من لآلِيهِ
A sun whose face adorned the times and dispelled
From its people darknesses from its plateaus
غُرٌّ كأنّ عليَّ المجدِ خوّلَها
فزُيّنَتْ ببُدورٍ من أياديهِ
An ally of wisdom, for him in every darkness
A light of opinion leading to victory guides it
شمسٌ بها زانَ وجهَ الدّهرِ واِنكشفتْ
عن أهلِه ظُلُماتٌ من مَساويهِ
A sword that if not sheathed by patience, it would have
Destroyed the people when determination unsheathes it
حَليفُ حزْمٍ له في كلِّ مَظلمةٍ
نُورٌ من الرأيِ نحو الفَتْحِ يَهديهِ
A rain whose ambition and highness gathered
So people shared its generosity and its heights were specified
سيفاً لو الحِلْمُ لم يُغمِدْهُ كادَ بِه
أن تهلكَ الناسُ حين العزمُ يُنضيهِ
Success and hopes in his right hand
And the red catastrophes in his intentions
غيثٌ هَما وسَما في المَجْدِ فاِشترَكَتْ
في جودِه الخَلْقُ واِختصّتْ مَعالِيهِ
So if the crow of separation probed it with its sword
Its affection would recover and its darknesses whiten
يُمْنُ العُلا والأماني البيض في يده الْ
يُمنى وحُمرُ المَنايا في أمانيهِ
If the shooting stars came to him one dewy day
He would not accept the sun as a gold coin and give it
فلو أراعَ غُرابَ البَين صارمُه
لَشابَ فَوْداهُ واِبْيَضّتْ خَوافيهِ
The crescent desires to serve him
Even if its flames had to ignite for him one day
ولو أتَتْهُ النجومُ الشُّهْبُ يومَ ندىً
لم يرضَ بالشّمسِ ديناراً فيُعطيهِ
And the pride of rain in him, if it befriended him
And the envy of the lion in him if it fraternized with him
تهوى الأهلّةُ أن تسعى لخِدمتِه
ولو بها اِشتعلَتْ يوماً مَذاكِيهِ
His status raises him above the high ranking
And his generosity to the needy brings him down
وا فرحةَ الليثِ فيه لو يُسالِمُه
وغِبطةَ الغيثِ فيه أن يؤاخيهِ
He is deaf when wickedness calls him
And hearing when piety invokes him
مِقدارُه عن ذوي الأقدارِ يرفعُهُ
وجودُه لذَوي الحاجاتِ يُدْنيهِ
If praise is to carry a rose he plucks it
Or extract honey from it he harvests it
هو الأصمُّ إذا تدعوهُ فاحِشةٌ
وهو السّميعُ إذا التّقوى تُناديهِ
Time is infatuated with him in love so it almost
Returns in longing to see him, its past
إن يحمِلِ الحَمدُ ورداً فهْو قاطِفُه
أو يُجتَنى منه شهدٌ فهْو جانِيهِ
If hopes erased disappointments he affirms them
With hopes as full as his hands
هامَ الزّمانُ به حبّاً فأوشكَ أنْ
يعودَ شوقاً إلى رُؤياهُ ماضِيهِ
The pot of honor which the seal of imamate
Continuously waters with the drops of righteousness
إذا الحُظوظُ مَحاها اليأسُ أثبتَها
رجاؤهُ بحُظوظٍ مِلء أيديهِ
Around him a lineage covers our sights
With the light of prophecy when it allures him
دَوحُ الفَخارِ الّذي مُزنُ الإمامةِ لا
تنفكّ في رشَحاتِ البِرِّ تَسقيهِ
Of the sublime kings, were it not for their beauty
Glory would shake and its foundations crumble
من حولِه نسَبٌ يَغشى بصائِرَنا
نورُ النّبوّةِ منه حينَ يُغريهِ
From every shining full moon, his virtues
Find in the garden of praise the stab of defamation
منَ المُلوكِ الأُلى لولا حُلومُهُمُ
تزَلْزَلَ المجدُ واِندَكّت رَواسيهِ
He grew and the soul of dew grew from him so each
Became for its counterpart the more lowly nurturer
من كلِّ أبلَجَ مأمونٍ مناقِبُه
بجنّةِ الحَمدِ يلقى طعنَ شانِيهِ
Al-Haydari whom time submitted to
Until it bent in humility and its assaults feared him
نَشا ونفْسُ النّدى منه نشَتْ فغَدا
كلٌّ لصاحبِه الأدنى يُربّيهِ
A battle steed, if the sea of pearls drowned it
It would plunge into the fray until killing nearly shows it
الحيدَريُّ الّذي دانَ الزّمانُ له
حتّى اِستكانَ وخافَتْهُ دَواهِيهِ
The full moon of swords, if laughter exposed it in awe
It would with the flowing blood make it cry
قِرنٌ إذا ما غَديرُ الدُرِّ أغرقَهُ
خاضَ الرّدى فيكادُ البأسُ يوريهِ
And the mind knows even if the stars transgressed,
The humiliation of prostration will afflict them when its plains pray
بدْرُ الحُسامِ إذا في الرّوعِ أضحكَهُ
فإنّه بالدّم الجاري سيُبكيهِ
He managed affairs so he directed in his commands
The ruling of purposes and ends in its prohibitions
والهامُ تدري وإنْ عزّت سيلزَمُها
ذلُّ السُّجودِ إذا صلّتْ مَواضيهِ
He loved glory as a child and aspired to it
So what makes him suffer became trivial to him
ساسَ الأمورَ فأجْرى في أوامرِه
حُكمَ المُنى والمَنايا في مناهِيهِ
Ask the snakes when they attack from his fingers
Are they more delicate than the soft fingers or its valleys?
تعشّقَ المجدَ طِفلاً واِستَهامَ بهِ
فهانَ فيهِ عليه ما يُقاسِيْهِ
He has traits that if threaded at dawn would
Not match the pleiades constellation in its successor
سلِ الحَيا حينَ يَهْمي عن أناملِه
أهُنّ أندى بَناناً أم غَوادِيهِ
Features that if the night contained and yearned
With its love it would ransom them in its robes
لهُ خِصالٌ بخيطِ الفَجرِ لو نُظِمَتْ
لم ينتظِمْ سبَجُ الدّاجي بثانِيهِ
The necklace of glory and supremacy are his works
And the jewel of religion and life are his efforts
شمائِلٌ لو حَواها الليلُ واِفتقدَتْ
بودِّه لَفداها في دَرارِيهِ
A master, it is as if you recite verses of prostration to us
When you name him our prayers are upon him
قِلادةُ المجدِ والعُليا صنائِعُه
وزينةُ الدّينِ والدُّنيا مَساعِيهِ
O aid of generosity, nay the essence of its seal
O engraving of its ring, O circlet of its guide
مَولىً كأنّك تَتلو في مجالِسِنا
آيَ السُّجودِ علَينا إذ تُسمّيهِ
You remain my succor and place of return
And I do not cease to gift my praise to you
يا ساعِدَ الجودِ بل يا نَفْسَ حاتِمه
يا نقْشَ خاتَمِه يا طوقَ هادِيهِ
If not for your patience, my poetry would not please
Nor would its rhythms please for its rhymes
لا زِلْتَ يا غَوثُ لي غَوثاً ومُنتجَعاً
ولا برِحْتُ إليكَ المَدْحَ أُهدِيهِ
And witness from the miraculous verses of my poem which
Immortalizes memory in life and perpetuates it
لولا تملُّكُكُمْ رِقّي بأنعُمِكم
ما راقَ شِعري ولا رقّتْ مَبانِيهِ
A praise that if eloquently spoken about you
Travels like the orbit of planets, its rhymes
واِستجْلِ من آيِ نَظْمي أيَّ مُعجزةٍ
تخلِّدُ الذِكرَ في الدُنيا وتُبقيهِ
Structures of poetry built by thought from gold
Inhabited by the houris of meaning from its semantics
مدحٌ تَسيرُ إذا ما فيكَ فُهْتُ به
سيرَ الكَواكِبِ في الدّنيا قَوافيهِ
And gain with a fast, may God conclude it with good
For you, and reward you with contentment
بُيوتُ شِعْرٍ بَناها الفِكرُ من ذهَبٍ
سكّانُها حُورُ عِينٍ من مَعانيهِ
A crescent of bliss appeared from you supreme
So it poured watching you, longing nearly hides it
واِغْنَمْ بصومٍ عسى بالخيرِ يختُمُه
لكَ الإله وبالرُّضوانِ يجزيهِ
And may the holiday rejoice in repeating its return to you
Nay, in you O delight of life we congratulate it
هِلالُ سَعدٍ تَراءى فيه منك عُلاً
فعادَ صبّاً يكادُ الشّوقُ يُخفيهِ
وليَهْنِكَ العيدُ في تجديدِ عودتِه
بل فيكَ يا بهجةَ الدُّنيا نُهنّيهِ
