مُصابي جَليلٌ وَالعَزاءُ جَميلُ
وَظَنّي بِأَنَّ اللَهَ سَوفَ يُديلُ
My affliction is grave, yet consolation is sweet,
And I think that Allah will soon grant relief.
جِراحٌ تَحاماها الأُساةُ مَخوفَةٌ
وَسُقمانِ بادٍ مِنهُما وَدَخيلُ
Wounds tended by constant sorrows are dreadful,
And from both maladies relief has long been rare.
وَأَسرٌ أُقاسيهِ وَلَيلٌ نُجومُهُ
أَرى كُلَّ شَيءٍ غَيرَهُنَّ يَزولُ
I endure captivity and nights whose stars
Reveal all things vanishing except for them.
تَطولُ بِيَ الساعاتُ وَهيَ قَصيرَةٌ
وَفي كُلِّ دَهرٍ لايَسُرُّكَ طولُ
The hours drag on though short for me,
And in every age, none will please you long.
تَناسانِيَ الأَصحابُ إِلّا عُصَيبَةً
سَتَلحَقُ بِالأُخرى غَداً وَتَحولُ
When times are fair, friends tend to forget me
Till another misfortune comes my way.
وَمَن ذا الَّذي يَبقى عَلى العَهدِ إِنَّهُم
وَإِن كَثُرَت دَعواهُمُ لَقَليلُ
Who now keeps faith? Though many profess it, few remain loyal.
I look around in vain for a faithful friend
أُقَلِّبُ طَرفي لا أَرى غَيرَ صاحِبٍ
يَميلُ مَعَ النَعماءِ حَيثُ تَميلُ
Who will not incline wherever fortune flows.
Now we think the estranged man moral
وَصِرنا نَرى أَنَّ المُتارِكَ مُحسِنٌ
وَأَنَّ صَديقاً لايُضِرُّ خَليلُ
And a friend who does no injury, kind.
What friend is this, so unfair,
أَكُلُّ خَليلٍ هَكَذا غَيرُ مُنصِفٍ
وَكُلُّ زَمانٍ بِالكِرامِ بَخيلُ
What age is this, so mean in kindness?
Yes, life invites betrayal. Learned and ignorant
نَعَم دَعَتِ الدُنيا إِلى الغَدرِ دَعوَةً
أَجابَ إِلَيها عالِمٌ وَجَهولُ
Answer its summons.
Amr abandoned his brother az-Zubair
وَفارَقَ عَمروُ بنُ الزُبَيرِ شَقيقُهُ
وَخَلّى أَميرَ المُؤمِنينَ عَقيلُ
And Aqeel deserted the Commander of the Faithful.
Oh what remorse that I have no close friend
فَيا حَسرَتا مَن لي بِخِلٍّ مُوافِقٍ
أَقولُ بِشَجوي مَرَّةً وَيَقولُ
To lament with me and to console!
Behind the curtains a mother weeps for me, though years pass,
وَإِنَّ وَراءَ السَترِ أُمّاً بُكاؤُها
عَلَيَّ وَإِن طالَ الزَمانُ طَويلُ
Her weeping is long.
O my mother, do not despair, patience brings
فَيا أُمَّتا لاتَعدَمي الصَبرَ إِنَّهُ
إِلى الخَيرِ وَالنُجحِ القَريبِ رَسولُ
Swiftly the good news of deliverance.
O my mother, do not lose your reward,
وَيا أُمَّتا لاتُخطِئي الأَجرَ إِنَّهُ
عَلى قَدَرِ الصَبرِ الجَميلِ جَزيلُ
Great is the recompense for noble patience.
Have you no model in the Lady of the Waistband
أَما لَكِ في ذاتِ النِطاقَينِ أُسوَةٌ
بِمَكَّةَ وَالحَربُ العَوانُ تَجولُ
When the foe roamed free in Mecca?
Her son sought safety, but she granted no consent,
أَرادَ اِبنُها أَخذَ الأَمانِ فَلَم تُجِب
وَتَعلَمُ عِلماً أَنَّهُ لَقَتيلُ
Knowing well that he would be slain.
May God guard you from the fears you harbor,
تَأَسّي كَفاكِ اللَهُ ما تَحذَرينَهُ
فَقَد غالَ هَذا الناسُ قَبلَكِ غولُ
For people before you have met such misfortunes.
Be as Safiyya was at Uhud,
وَكوني كَما كانَت بِأُحدٍ صَفِيَّةٌ
وَلَم يُشفَ مِنها بِالبُكاءِ غَليلُ
When her laments brought her no relief,
If the return of the noble Hamzah could have lifted her sorrow,
وَلَو رَدَّ يَوماً حَمزَةَ الخَيرِ حُزنُها
إِذاً ما عَلَتها رَنَّةٌ وَعَويلُ
No wailing cry would have risen from her that day.
I met the stars of the horizon as they rose, swords at the ready,
لَقيتُ نُجومَ الأُفقِ وَهيَ صَوارِمٌ
وَخُضتُ سَوادَ اللَيلِ وَهوَ خُيولُ
And penetrated the black night with its racing steeds.
Yet I did not allow my noble soul to show cowardice
وَلَم أَرعَ لِلنَفسِ الكَريمَةِ خِلَّةً
عَشِيَّةَ لَم يَعطِف عَلَيَّ خَليلُ
On that eve when I had no protecting friend.
Rather I went to meet death until I left it behind,
وَلَكِن لَقيتُ المَوتَ حَتّى تَرَكتُها
وَفيها وَفي حَدِّ الحُسامِ فُلولُ
Amid the broken swords and scattered forces.
He whom God does not protect is torn to pieces,
وَمَن لَم يُوَقِّ اللَهُ فَهوَ مُمَزَّقٌ
وَمَن لَم يُعِزِّ اللَهُ فَهوَ ذَليلُ
He whom God does not honor is disgraced.
What God does not will in all affairs
وَما لَم يُرِدهُ اللَهُ في الأَمرِ كُلِّهِ
فَلَيسَ لِمَخلوقٍ إِلَيهِ سَبيلُ
Cannot be attained by any creature.
