أَعيدي النَوحَ مُعوِلَةً أَعيدي
وَزيدي مِن بُكائِكِ ثُمَّ زيدي
I weep profusely, then weep some more
As I grieve, lament, and implore
وَقومي حاسِراً في حاسِراتٍ
خَوامِشَ لِلنُحورِ وَلِلخُدودِ
My tears flow freely down my cheeks
For the noble man the death reeks
هُوَ الخَطبُ الَّذي اِبتَدَعَ الرَزايا
وَقالَ لِأَعيُنِ الثَقَلَينِ جودي
He who brought about many calamities
And told the eyes of mortals to shed tear seas
أَلا رُزِئَت خُراسانَ فَتاها
غَداةَ ثَوى عُمَيرُ بنُ الوَليدِ
Alas! Khorasan was stricken by the loss of its pride
The morning Umair bin Al Waleed died
أَلا رُزِئتَ بِمَسؤولٍ مُنيلٍ
أَلا رُزِئتَ بِمِتلافٍ مُفيدِ
Alas! You were afflicted with the death of a helpful advisor
Alas! You were deprived of a beneficial provider
أَلا إِنَّ النَدى وَالجودَ حَلّا
بِحَيثُ حَلَلتَ مِن حُفَرِ الصَعيدِ
Indeed, munificence and charity have descended
Where you settled in the sands
بِنَفسي أَنتَ مِن مَلِكٍ رَمَتهُ
مَنِيَّتُهُ بِسَهمِ رَدىً سَديدِ
By my soul! You were a king whose fate
Was sealed by a wayward arrow of deadly trait
تَجَلَّت غَمرَةُ الهَيجاءِ عَنهُ
خَضيبَ الوَجهِ مِن دَمِهِ الجَسيدِ
The darkness of sadness lifted from his face
Bloodied by his pure vermillion trace
فَيا بَحرَ المَنونِ ذَهَبتَ مِنهُ
بِبَحرِ الجودِ في السَنَةِ الصَلودِ
Oh sea of grief! In the generous year, from him you ebbed
Oh lion of sorrow! Morning came, and pride you robbed
وَيا أَسَدَ المَنونِ فَرستَ مِنهُ
غَداةَ فَرَستَهُ أَسَدَ الأُسودِ
Is it the noble warrior you defeated?
Yes, and the killer of the noble hero you treated
أَبِالبَطَلِ النَجيدِ فَرَستَ مِنهُ
نَعَم وَبِقاتِلِ البَطَلِ النَجيدِ
To the stabber he was exposed
As the faces of death rosed
تَراءى لِلطِعانِ وَقَد تَراءَت
وُجوهُ المَوتِ مِن حُمرٍ وَسودِ
None veiled his head but the sword
That masked him with its steely facade
فَلَم يَكُنِ المُقَنَّعَ فيهِ رَأساً
خَلا أَن قَد تَقَنَّعَ بِالحَديدِ
Oh what a majestic fall you brought
That evoked utmost grief and sorrow fraught
فَيا لَكَ وَقعَةً جَلَلاً أَعارَت
أَسىً وَصَبابَةً جَلَدَ الجَليدِ
Oh what a battlefield you left behind
To torment our hearts for all time
وَيا لَكَ ساحَةً أَهدَت غَليلاً
إِلى أَكبادِنا أَبَدَ الأَبيدِ
Indeed our prince was never remiss
In just rule and care for his people and troops
وَإِنَّ أَميرَنا لَم يَألُ نُصحاً
وَعَدلاً في الرَعايا وَالجُنودِ
To them he gave generously
Forgiving folly and stupidity
أَفاضَ نَوالُ راحَتِهِ لَدَيهِم
وَسامَحَ بِالطَريفِ وَبِالتَليدِ
He stood before death to protect them
Until death gave him the poison cup to sip
وَأَصحَرَ دونَهُم لِلمَوتِ حَتّى
سَقاهُ المَوتُ مِن مَقِرٍ هَبيدِ
They could not defeat him
Until faced by lions and snarling hyenas
وَما ظَفِروا بِهِ حَتّى قَراهُم
قَشاعِمَ أَنسُرٍ وَضِباعَ بيدِ
With stabs penetrating their chests
And blows landing on their heads
بِطَعنٍ في نُحورِهِمُ مَريدٌ
وَضَربٍ في رُؤوسِهِمُ عَنيدِ
Oh Tuesday! We woke to your overwhelming calamity
Oh Tuesday! We relied on the pillar of certainty lost
فَيا يَومَ الثُلاثاءِ اِصطَبَحنا
غَداةً مِنكَ هائِلَةَ الوُرودِ
How many tears you drew from our eyes
How many revered men under your soil now lie
وَيا يَومَ الثُلاثاءِ اِعتُمِدنا
بِفَقدٍ فيكَ لِلسَنَدِ العَميدِ
Your birds are not silenced from eulogizing
Your stars not ceased from rising
فَكَم أَسخَنتَ مِنّا مِن عُيونٍ
وَكَم أَعثَرتَ فينا مِن جُدودِ
Oh fallen majestic king
Wrapped in death's cloak, coffinled
فَما زُجِرَت طُيورُكَ عَن سَنيحٍ
وَلا طَلَعَت نُجومُكَ بِالسُعودِ
I came to your door in utter grief
Overtaken by suffocation and disbelief
أَلا يا أَيُّها المَلِكُ المُرَدّى
رِداءَ المَوتِ في جَدَثٍ خَديدِ
I saw neglected steeds
And swords sheathed from heroic deeds
حَضَرتُ فَناءَ بابِكَ فَاِعتَراني
شَجىً بَينَ المُخَنَّقِ وَالوَريدِ
Made either to free a captive
Or slay an arrogant combative
رَأَيتُ بِهِ مَطايا مُهمَلاتٍ
وَأَفراساً صَوافِنَ بِالوَصيدِ
I saw your hopeful followers' state shift
Fortunes raised them then adrift
وَكُنَّ عَتادَ إِمّا فَكِّ عانٍ
وَإِمّا قَتلِ طاغِيَةٍ عَنودِ
While in your presence they rose so high
In your absence to the ground they doth lie
رَأَيتُ مُؤمِليكَ غَدَت عَلَيهِم
عَوادٍ أَصعَدَتهُم في كُؤودِ
All resigned to despair for your loss
Halting aspiration, settling as dross
وَأَضحَت عِندَ غَيرِكَ في هُبوطٍ
حُظوظٌ كُنَّ عِندَكَ في صُعودِ
To you, delegations stopped their tread
As no reception for them ahead
وَكُلُّهُمُ أَعَدَّ اليَأسَ وَقفاً
عَلَيكَ وَنَصَّ راحِلَةَ القُعودِ
Eyes of munificence heated for your intention
As the purpose of this elegy gained traction
وَأَصبَحَتِ الوُفودُ إِلَيكَ وَقفاً
عَلى أَلّا مُفادَ لِمُستَفيدِ
لَقَد سَخَنَت عُيونُ الجودِ لَمّا
نَوَيتَ وَأُقصِدَت غُرَرُ القَصيدِ
