يا رَبعُ لَو رَبَعوا عَلى اِبنِ هُمومِ
مُستَسلِمٍ لِجَوى الفِراقِ سَقيمِ
O quarter, if only they had quartered the son of worries,
Surrendering to the agony of separation, sick,
قَد كُنتَ مَعهوداً بِأَحسَنِ ساكِنٍ
مِنّا وَأَحسَنَ دِمنَةٍ وَرُسومِ
You used to be known for the best neighbor
From us and the best blood-money and customs,
أَيّامَ لِلأَيّامِ فيكَ غَضارَةٌ
وَالدَهرُ فِيَّ وَفيكَ غَيرُ مُليمِ
The days in you are green,
And fate in me and in you is not miserable,
وَظِباءُ أُنسِكَ لَم تَبَدَّل مِنهُمُ
بِظِباءِ وَحشِكَ ظاعِناً بِمُقيمِ
And the companions of your intimacy have not changed
To the companions of your solitude, complaining constantly,
مِن كُلِّ ريمٍ لَو تَبَدّى قَطَّعَت
أَلحاظُ مُقلَتِهِ فُؤادَ الريمِ
From every evildoer, if he appeared, his glances
Would cut the heart of the evildoer with his eyelids,
أَمّا الهَوى فَهوَ العَذابُ فَإِن جَرَت
فيهِ النَوى فَأَليِمُ كُلِّ أَليمِ
As for passion, it is torment, so if intentions
Flowed in it, how painful for every sufferer,
أَمَرَ التَجَلُّدَ بِالتَلَذُّذِ حُرقَةٌ
أَمَرَت جُمودَ دُموعِهِ بِسُجومِ
It ordered endurance with pleasure, burning,
It ordered the stillness of its tears with burning coal,
لا وَالطُلولِ الدارِساتِ أَلِيَّةً
مِن مُعرِقٍ في العاشِقينَ صَميمِ
No, by the long dark nights, painful,
From a passionate lover, sincere,
ما حاوَلَت عَيني تَأَخُّرَ ساعَةٍ
فَالدَمعُ مُذ صارَ الفِراقُ غَريمي
My eyes have never tried to delay an hour,
Since separation became my adversary,
لَم يَبرَحِ البَينُ المُشِتُّ جَوانِحي
حَتّى تَرَوَّت مِن هَوىً مَسمومِ
Absence, the tearful, has not left my essence,
Until it was saturated with poisonous love,
وَإِلى جَنابِ أَبي الحُسَينِ تَشَنَّعَت
بِزِمامِها كَالمُصعَبِ المَخطومِ
And it leaned towards my father al-Husayn's side,
Like Mas'ab whose nose was mutilated,
جاءَتكَ في مُعجٍ خَوائِفَ في البُرى
وَعَوارِفٍ بِالمَعلَمِ المَأمومِ
It came to you terrified in the lands,
And cognizant of the guided, intended place,
مِن كُلِّ ناجِيَةٍ كَأَنَّ أَديمَها
حيصَت ظِهارَتُهُ بِجِلدِ أَطومِ
From every confidante, as if her skin
Was scraped and its lining with the skin of Atum
تُنئي مِلاطَيها إِذا ما اِستُكرِهَت
سَعدانَةً كَإِدارَةِ الفُرزومِ
Smooth its fur when it feels irritation
Revolving like spinning of a spindle,
طَلَبَتكَ مِن نَسلِ الجَديلِ وَشَدقَمٍ
كومٍ عَقائِلُ مِن عَقائِلِ كومِ
It sought you from the lineage of Judayl and Shadaqam,
Tribes of tribes of Koum,
يَنسَينَ أَصواتَ الحُداةِ وَنَبرَها
طَرَباً لِأَصواتِ الصَدى وَالبومِ
Forgetting the voices of antagonists and their vigor
Confused by the echoes of sound and owls,
فَأَصَبنَ بَحرَ نَداكَ غَيرَ مُصَرَّدٍ
وِرداً وَأُمَّ نَداكَ غَيرَ عَقيمِ
So they attained the sea of your call, constantly flowing,
A drink, and mother of your call, not barren,
لَمّا وَرَدنَ حِياضَ سَيبِكَ طُلَّحاً
خَيَّمنَ ثُمَّ شَرِبنَ شُربَ الهيمِ
When they arrived at the coasts of your Sibak,
They camped, then drank the drink of affection,
إِنَّ الخَليفَةَ وَالخَليفَةَ قَبلَهُ
وَجَداكَ تِربَ نَصيحَةٍ وَعَزيمِ
Indeed, the Caliph and the Caliph before him
Found you a counsel of advice and determination,
وَجَداكَ مَحموداً فَلَمّا يَألُوا
لَكَ في مُفاوَضَةٍ وَلا تَقديمِ
And they found you praiseworthy, but when they did not
Consult you or put you forward,
مازِلتَ مِن هَذا وَذَلِكَ لابِساً
حُلَلاً مِنَ التَبجيلِ وَالتَعظيمِ
You kept wearing from this and that, clothes
Of veneration and reverence,
نَفسي فِداؤُكَ وَالجِبالُ وَأَهلُها
في طِرمِساءَ مِنَ الحُروبِ بَهيمِ
My soul is your redemption, and the mountains and its people,
In the blackness of wars, confused,
بِالداذَوَيهِ وَخَيزَجٍ وَذَواتِها
عَهدٌ لِسَيفِكَ لَم يَكُن بِذَميمِ
With Dhul-Dhuwayh and Khayzaj and their areas,
A promise to your sword, not insignificant,
بِالمُصعَبِيّينَ الَّذينَ كَأَنَّهُم
آسادُ أَغيالٍ وَجِنُّ صَريمِ
With the Mus'abiyyn, who are like
Lions of thickets and ghosts of evildoers,
مِثلُ البُدورِ تُضيءُ إِلّا أَنَّها
قَد قُلنِسَت مِن بَيضِها بِنُجومِ
Like planets illuminating, except they
Were eclipsed by their whiteness with stars,
وَلّى بِها المَخذولُ يَعذِلُ نَفسَهُ
مُتَمَطِّراً في جَيشِهِ المَهزومِ
The defeated one escaped with them, blaming himself,
Raining in his defeated army,
راموا اللَتَيّا وَالَّتي فَاِعتاقَهُم
سَيفُ الإِمامِ وَدَعوَةُ المَظلومِ
They wanted Latyaa, and the one who liberated them
Was the Imam's sword and the call of the oppressed,
ناشَدتَهُم بِاللَهِ يَومَ لَقيتَهُم
وَالخَيلُ تَحتَ عَجاجَةٍ كَالنيمِ
You adjured them by God the day you met them
With the horses under the commotion like ostriches
وَمَنَحتَهُم عِظَتَيكَ مِن مُتَوَعِّرٍ
مُتَسَهِّلٍ قاسي الفُؤادِ رَحيمِ
And you gave them your advice gently
From a hardened heart, kind,
حَتّى إِذا جَمَحوا هَتَكتَ بُيوتَهُم
بِاللَهِ ثُمَّ الثامِنِ المَعصومِ
Until when they gathered, your might violated their homes
By God, then the eighth infallible one,
فَتَجَرَّدَت بيضُ السُيوفِ لِهامِهِم
وَتَجَرَّدَ التَوحيدُ لِلتَخريمِ
So the whites of the swords were bared to their necks
And the declaration of Oneness to curses,
غادَيتَهُم بِالمَشرِقَينِ بِوَقعَةٍ
صَدَعَت صَواعِقُها جِبالَ الرومِ
You went against them in the two easts in a battle
Whose lightnings split the mountains of Rome,
أَخرَجتَهُم بَل أَخرَجَتهُم فِتنَةٌ
سَلَبَتهُمُ مِن نَضرَةٍ وَنَعيمِ
Rather, sedition brought them out,
Robbing them of freshness and bliss,
نُقِلوا مِنَ الماءِ النَمويرِ وَعيشَةٍ
رَغَدٍ إِلى الغِسلينِ وَالزَقّومِ
They were moved from Nu'meer water and a life
Of ease to Ghisleen and Hellfire,
وَالحَربُ تَعلَمُ حينَ تَجهَلُ غارَةٌ
تَغلي عَلى حَطَبِ القَنا المَحطومِ
And war knows when an ignorant raid boils
Over the firewood of the broken palm-trunks,
أَنَّ المَنايا طَوعُ بَأسِكَ وَالوَغى
مَمزوجُ كَأسِكَ مِن رَدىً وَكُلومِ
That death is subjugated by your might and havoc
Is mixed in your cup of harm and wounds,
وَالحَربُ تَركَبُ رَأسَها في مَشهَدٍ
عُدِلَ السَفيهُ بِهِ بِأَلفِ حَليمِ
And war rides its head in a scene
Where the foolish is equalized by it with a thousand wise ones,
في ساعَةٍ لَو أَنَّ لُقماناً بِها
وَهوَ الحَكيمُ لَصارَ غَيرَ حَكيمِ
In an hour, if Luqman in it
While he is wise became unwise,
جَثَمَت طُيورُ المَوتِ في أَوكارِها
فَتَرَكنَ طَيرَ العَقلِ غَيرَ جُثومِ
The birds of death crouched in their nests
Leaving the birds of mind not crouching,
وَالسَيفُ يَحلِفُ أَنَّكَ السَيفُ الَّذي
ما اِهتَزَّ إِلّا اِجتَثَّ عَرشَ عَظيمِ
And the sword swears that you are the sword that
Did not shake except it uprooted a mighty throne,
مَشَتِ الخُطوبُ القَهقَرى لَمّا رَأَت
خَبَبي إِلَيكَ مُؤَكِّداً بِرَسيمِ
When misfortunes saw my steps leading
Insistently to you with a cool breeze,
فَزَعَت إِلى التَوديعِ غَيرَ لَوابِثٍ
لَمّا فَزَعتُ إِلَيكَ بِالتَسليمِ
They hastened farewell without staying
When I hastened to you in submission,
وَالدَهرُ أَلأَمُ مَن شَرَقتَ بِلَومِهِ
إِلّا إِذا أَشرَقتَهُ بِكَريمِ
And time is painful to whoever you shine with blame upon
Except when you make it shine with generosity,
أَهبَبتَ لي ريحَ الرَجاءِ فَأَقدَمَت
هِمَمي بِها حَتّى اِستَبَحنَ هُمومي
You blew the wind of hope for me, so my determination
Proceeded with it until my worries forgot,
أَيقَظتَ لِلكَرَمِ الكِرامَ بِناطِقٍ
لِنَداكَ أَظهَرَ كَنزَ كُلِّ قَديمِ
You awakened generosity for the generous with a speaker
For your call who disclosed the treasure of every ancient one,
وَلَقَد نَكونُ وَلا كَريمَ نَنالُهُ
حَتّى نَخوضَ إِلَيهِ أَلفَ لَئيمِ
And we do not become, and no generous person do we attain,
Until we wade towards him through a thousand miserable ones,
فَسَنَنتَ بِالمَعروفِ مِن أَثَرِ النَدى
سُنَناً شَفَت مِن دَهرِنا المَذمومِ
You instituted benevolence from the impact of dew,
Institutions that healed our condemned time,
وَسَمَ الوَرى بِخَصاصَةٍ فَوَسَمتَهُ
بِسَماحَةٍ لاحَت عَلى الخُرطومِ
And you marked the world with exclusivity, so you marked it
With generosity that shone on the elephant's trunk,
جَلَّيتَ فيهِ بِمُقلَةٍ لَم يُقذِها
بُخلٌ وَلَم تُسفَح عَلى مَعدومِ
You uncovered in it with a glance that was not stinted by
Stinginess and was not poured out upon non-existence,
يَقَعُ اِنبِساطُ الرِزقِ في لَحَظاتِها
نَسَقاً إِذا وَقَعَت عَلى مَحرومِ
The flowing of sustenance in its glimpses flows
When poured upon a deprived one,
وَيَدٍ يَظَلُّ المالُ يَسقُطُ كَيدُهُ
فيها سُقوطَ الهاءِ في التَرخيمِ
And a hand the money's deceit falls in it
Falling like the letter Haa (ھ) in singing (Tarheem),
لا يَأمَلُ المالُ النَجاةَ إِذا عَدا
صَرفُ الزَمانِ مُجاءَةً بِعَديمِ
Say to misfortunes about me, I am
A neighbor of Ishaaq son of Ibraheem.
قُل لِلخُطوبِ إِلَيكِ عَنّي إِنَّني
جارٌ لِإِسحاقَ بنِ إِبراهيمِ
