إِنَّ بُكاءً في الدارِ مِن أَرَبِه

فَشايِعا مُغرَماً عَلى طَرَبِه

There is weeping in the house from its dwellers,

So it has become commonplace due to their confusion.

ما سَجسَجُ الشَوقِ مِثلَ جاحِمِهِ

وَلا صَريحُ الهَوى كَمُؤتَشِبِه

Nothing yearns like the burning of desire,

Nor is passion as explicit as its inflammation.

جيدَت بِداني الأَكنافِ ساحَتُها

نائي المَدى واكِفِ الجَدى سَرِبِه

Its good fortune has turned its back,

Distance has increased and so has its misfortune.

مُزنٌ إِذا ما اِستَطارَ بارِقُهُ

أَعطى البِلادَ الأَمانَ مِن كَذِبِه

When its lightning glows,

It gives the country safety from its lies.

يُرجِعُ حَرّى التِلاعِ مُترَعَةً

رِيّاً وَيَثني الزَمانَ عَن نُوَبِه

It turns back the hot attacks wavering,

And makes time refrain from its faults.

مَتى يَصِف بَلدَةً فَقَد قُرِيَت

بِمُستَهِلِّ الشُؤبوبِ مُنسَكِبِه

Whenever it describes a town, it has been struck

By the starting point of disasters pouring down.

لا تُسلَبُ الأَرضُ بَعدَ فُرقَتِهِ

عَهدَ مَتابيعِهِ وَلا سُلُبِه

The land is not robbed after its separation,

Of its covenants or its plunder.

مُزَمجِرُ المِنكَبَينِ صَهصَلِقٌ

يُطرِقُ أَزلُ الزَمانِ مِن صَخَبِه

Roaring, its shoulders quaking,

The eternal times cower from its clamor.

عاذَت صُدوعُ الفَلا بِهِ وَلَقَد

صَحَّ أَديمُ الفَضاءِ مِن جُلَبِه

The mountain peaks sought refuge in it, and indeed,

The surface of the sky cleared from its torrents.

قَد سَلَبَتهُ الجَنوبُ وَالدينُ وَال

دُنيا وَصافي الحَياةِ في سَلَبِه

The south winds have robbed it, and debt, and the

World, and the essence of life by its robbery.

وَحَرَّشَتهُ الدَبورُ وَاِجتَنَبَت

ريحُ القَبولِ الهُبوبَ مِن رَهَبِه

Misfortunes have scratched it, and the winds

Of acceptance avoided blowing from fear of it.

وَغادَرَت وَجهَهُ الشَمالُ فَقُل

لا في نَزورِ النَدى وَلا حَقِبِه

The north has abandoned its face, so say,

There is neither visitation of dew nor period for it.

دَع عَنكَ دَع ذا إِذا اِنتَقَلتَ إِلى ال

مَدحِ وَشُب سَهلَهُ بِمُقتَضَبِه

Leave off, leave this, when you turn

To praise, make its plains easy with your pruning.

إِنّي لَذو مَيسَمٍ يَلوحُ عَلى

صَعودِ هَذا الكَلامِ أَو صَبَبِه

I am one with a harvest that gleams

On the ascent of this discourse or its pouring.

لَستُ مِنَ العيسِ أَو أُكَلِّفَها

وَخداً يُداوي المَريضَ مِن وَصَبِه

I am not from the bleakness nor do I overburden it

With a cheek that treats an afflicted one from his pain.

إِلى المُصَفّى مَجداً أَبي الحَسَنِ اِن

صَعنَ اِنصِياعَ الكُدرِيِّ في قَرَبِه

To the purified glory, my father Al-Hassan, if

The turmoil humbly yields in his vicinity.

تَرمي بِأَشباحِنا إِلى مَلِكٍ

نَأخُذُ مِن مالِهِ وَمِن أَدَبِه

Our ghosts cast towards a King,

We take from his money and his manners.

نَجمُ بَني صالِحٍ وَهُم أَنجُمُ ال

عالَمِ مِن عُجمِهِ وَمِن عَرَبِه

The stars of Bani Saleh, and they are the stars

Of the world, from its non-Arabs and Arabs.

رَهطُ الرَسولِ الَّذي تَقَطَّعُ أَس

بابُ البَرايا غَداً سِوى سَبَبِه

The clan of the Messenger whom the causes of separation

Will be cut off tomorrow except its cause.

مُهَذَّبٌ قُدَّتِ النُبُوَّةُ وَال

إِسلامُ قَدَّ الشِراكِ مِن نَسَبِه

Refined, prophethood and Islam straightened

The warp of its lineage and its origin.

لَهُ جَلالٌ إِذا تَسَربَلَهُ

أَكسَبَهُ البَأوَ غَيرَ مُكتَسِبِه

It has majesty, if it dons it,

It earns splendor without acquiring it.

وَالحَظُّ يُعطاهُ غَيرُ طالِبِهِ

وَيُحرِزُ الدَرَّ غَيرُ مُحتَلِبِه

And providence gives him without his request

And attains wealth without seeking it.

كَم أَعطَبَت راحَتاهُ مِن نَشَبٍ

سَلامَةُ المُعتَفينَ في عَطَبِه

How his comfort has been troubled by ambition,

While the well-being of the weak relies on its impairment.

أَيُّ مُداوٍ لِلمَحلِ نائِلُهُ

وَهانِئٍ لِلزَمانِ مِن جَرَبِه

What healer is there for the situation, its attainer,

And one who congratulates the time from its trials?

مُشَمِّرٌ ما يَكِلُّ في طَلَبِ ال

عَلياءِ وَالحاسِدونَ في طَلَبِه

Dedicated, never faltering in seeking

The most high, while the envious ones seek him.

أَعلاهُمُ دونَهُ وَأَسبَقُهُم

إِلى العُلى واطِئٌ عَلى عَقِبِه

Higher than them, below him,

And more progressive to the heights, pressing on their heels.

يُريحُ قَومٌ وَالجودُ وَالحَقُّ وَال

حاجاتُ مَشدودَةٌ إِلى طُنُبِه

Some rest, generosity, truth and needs

Are stretched towards its branches.

وَهَل يُبالي إِقضاضَ مَضجَعِهِ

مَن راحَةُ المَكرُماتِ في تَعَبِه

Does he care about disturbing his rest,

When the comfort of the generous is in their fatigue?

تِلكَ بَناتُ المَخاضِ راتِعَةً

وَالعَودُ في كورِهِ وَفي قَتَبِه

Those are the daughters of childbirth, pausing,

With the lute at its curves and its fractions.

مَن ذا كَعَبّاسِهِ إِذا اِصطَكَّتِ ال

أَحسابُ أَم مَن كَعَبدِ مُطَّلِبِه

Who is like Abbas when the accounts clash

Or like Abd al-Muttalib’s servant?

هَيهاتَ أَبدى اليَقينُ صَفحَتَهُ

وَبانَ نَبعُ الفَخارِ مِن غَرَبِه

Far from it! Certainty always shows its surface,

And the spring of pride is evident from its west.

عَبدُ المَليكِ بنِ صالِحِ بنِ عَلِي

يِ بنِ قَسيمِ النَبِيِّ في نَسَبِه

Abdul Malik son of Saleh son of Ali

Son of Qaseem the prophet in his ancestry.

أَلبَسَهُ المَجدَ لا يُريدُ بِهِ

بُرداً وَصاغَ السَماحَ مِنهُ وَبِه

Glory dressed him, he does not want

A cloak with it, and extracted generosity from it and with it.

لُقمانُ صَمتاً وَحِكمَةً فَإِذا

قالَ لَقَطنا المُرجانَ مِن خُطَبِه

Luqman, silent and wise, so if

He speaks we pick up pearls from his speeches.

إِن جَدَّ رَدَّ الخُطوبَ تَدمى وَإِن

يَلعَب فَجِدُّ العَطاءِ في لَعِبِه

If he is solemn, he repels afflictions, bleeding,

And if he jokes, serious is his generosity in his play.

يَتلو رِضاهُ الغِنى بِأَجمَعِهِ

وَتُحذَرُ الحادِثاتُ في غَضَبِه

His approval is followed by wealth entirely,

And misfortunes are cautioned by his anger.

تَزِلُّ عَن عِرضِهِ العُيوبُ وَقَد

تَنشَبُ كَفُّ الغَنِيِّ في نَشَبِه

Flaws slip away from his integrity, and

The hand of the wealthy can grip in his fury.

تَأتيهِ فُرّاطُنا فَتَحكُمُ في

لُجَينِهِ تارَةً وَفي ذَهَبِه

Our knights come to him, so they judge

At times on his nature, and at times on his gold.

بِأَيِّ سَهمٍ رَمَيتَ في نَصلِهِ ال

ماضي وَفي ريشِهِ وَفي عَقِبِه

With which arrow have you shot in its past

And in its feathers and in its notch?

لا يُكمِنُ الغَدرَ لِلصَديقِ وَلا

يَخطو اِسمَ ذي وُدِّهِ إِلى لَقَبِه

He does not harbor betrayal for a friend,

Nor treads the name of an intimate near his title.

يَأبِرُ غَرسَ الكَلامِ فيكَ فَخُذ

وَاِجتَنِ مِن زَهوِهِ وَمِن رُطَبِه

Make its discourse's roots thrive in you, so take

And avoid its vanity and its moisture.

أَما تَرى الشُكرَ مِن رَبائِطِهِ

جاءَ وَسَرحُ المَديحِ مِن جَلَبِه

Do you not see gratitude from his necklaces

That came, and the frolicking of praise from its pulling?