فَزَعَ الدُجى لِأَنينِهِ المُتَرَدِّدِ
وَبَدا الصَباحُ لَهُ بِوَجهٍ أَربَدِ
The gloom shuddered at his echoing moan,
And dawn appeared to him with a ghastly face.
مُلقىً عَلى عادي الصَيعدِ مُلَحَّبٌ
في الحَربِ يَلتَحِفُ النَجيعَ وَيَرتَدي
Laid out on the mountain slopes, wounded,
In war he wraps himself in resolve and is clad in it.
هاجَتهُ يَومَ الرَوعِ حِميَةُ باسِلٍ
خَوّاضِ أَهوالِ الكَريهَةِ أَنجَدِ
On the day of turmoil, his zeal was that of the valiant,
Plunging into the horrors of the hateful fight.
يَحمي الحَقيقَةَ يَومَ تَلمَعُ في الطُلى
بيضُ الظُبى تَحتَ العَجاجِ الأَسوَدِ
He protects truth when it shines forth in the dark,
White flowers under black, churning clouds.
شَقَّ الصُفوفَ إِلى الحُتوفِ مُغامِراً
في الحَربِ يوقِدُها وَلَمّا تَخمَدِ
He broke through ranks into the enemy lines, venturing
To ignite war when its fires had died down.
لا يرهبُ المَوتَ الوَحِيَّ إِذا دَنا
وَيَخافُ قَولَ اللائِمينَ أَلا ابعدِ
When death draws near, it does not terrify the resolute one,
Though he fears the words of critics, "Woe, keep away!"
مُستَبسِلٌ تَحتَ العَجاجِ كَأَنَّهُ
صادٍ تُعَلِّلُهُ السُيوفُ بِمَورِدِ
Steadfast under the black clouds, as if
He were a boulder battered by the swords.
نُصِبَت لَهُ الجَنّاتُ تَحتَ ظِلالِها
فَهَفا إِلَيها كَرَّةَ المُستَشهِدِ
The gardens were set up for him in their shade,
So he hurried to them like a dedicated martyr.
وَدَنا فَحَيّاهُ النَبِيُّ وَكَبَّرَت
شُهَداءُ بَدرٍ حَولَ ذاكَ المَشهَدِ
The Prophet greeted him and the martyrs of Badr
Gathered around that scene.
نَفَذَت عَلَيهِ الفَيلَقَينِ قَذيفَةٌ
مالَت بِمَنكِبِهِ وَطارَت بِاليَدِ
A barrage from the brigades rained down on him
And swerved to strike his shoulder and flew from his hand.
فَهَوى يَهُزُّ العَرشَ رَجعُ أَنينِهِ
وَيُثيرُ مِن حَرَدِ المَسيحِ وَأَحمَدِ
He fell, shaking the Throne with his moan
And stirring grief in the Messiah and Ahmed.
عَكَفَت عَلَيهِ الطَيرُ تَحسَبُ أَنَّما
طاحَت بِهِ أَيدي الرَدى وَكَأَنْ قَدِ
The birds gathered over him, thinking
The hands of fate had brought him down, as if it were destined.
باتَت مَناسِرُها تَمُزِّقُ لَحمَهُ
حَيّاً وَباتَ يَقولُ هَل مِن مُنجِدِ
By night their claws ripped his flesh
As he lay calling, "Is there any helper?"
أَينَ الفَوارِسُ يَمنَعونَ بَقِيَّتي
مالِي جُفيتُ وَكَيفَ لي بِالعُوَّدِ
"Where are the horsemen to defend what remains of me?
How did I dry up, and how can I recover?"
أَينَ البَنونَ وَكَيفَ أَمسَت أُمُّهُم
ماذا أَحَلَّ بِها المُغيرُ المُعتَدي
"Where are the sons, and how has their mother fared?
What has the treacherous aggressor done to her?"
هَل صينَ عِرضٌ بِالعَفافِ مُطَهَّرٌ
صَوني لَهُ أَيّامَ لَم نَتَبَدَّدِ
"Did she preserve a pure and untouched virtue,
Guarding it for me in days when we were not scattered?"
وَغَدا البَنونَ مُنعَّمينَ نَواضِراً
يَتَجاذَبونَ ظِلالَ عَيشٍ أَرغَدِ
"And have the sons prospered, enjoying
The shade of a life of ease?"
هَيهاتَ قَد شَغَلَ الفَوارِسَ هَمُّها
وَنَأى بِها طَرَدُ النَعامِ الشُرَّدِ
Alas, their thoughts have occupied the horsemen
And the flocking of ostriches has taken them far away.
يا لَيتَني مَعَهُم أُغيرُ مَغارَهُم
وَأَذُبُّ عَن وَطَني بِحَدِّ مُهَنَّدي
I wish I were with them, raiding their dens,
Defending my homeland fiercely.
أَينَ الأُساةُ فَقَد ظَمِئتُ إِلى الوَغى
وَهيَ الشِفاءُ لِغُلَّةِ القَلبِ الصَدي
Where are my comrades? I thirst for the fray,
It alone can heal the distress of my heart.
أَأَموتُ أَو يَبقى الحُسامُ مُضاجِعي
وَالحَربُ عاصِفَةُ الرَدى لَم تَركُدِ
Shall I die, or will the sword remain my bedmate
While war, the gale of fate, has not calmed?
إِنّي لَأَخشى أَن يُعاجِلَني الرَدى
فَأَظَلُّ مَحزونَ الصَدى في مَرقَدي
I fear that fate will end me swiftly
And I will remain grieving in my grave.
باتَت خَيالاتُ الحُروبِ تَشوقُني
شَوقَ الغَوِيِّ إِلى الحِسانِ الخُرَّدِ
Visions of battles stir up my longing
Like the desire of one lost for gentle beauty.
مِن مِخذَمٍ ماضي المَضارِبِ فَيصَلٍ
وَمُسَوَّمٍ طاوي الجَوانِبِ أَجرَدِ
For one large-eyed and thick-necked as a camel, Khalid,
Or bare-headed in battle, Zayd.
وَمُعَضَّلٍ تُسقى الكُماةُ سِمامَه
وَكَأَنَّما تُسقى سِمامَ الأَسوَدِ
And Mu'adh, whose sword the warriors sip
As if they sip the poison of asps.
يَطفو الرَدى آناً وَيَرسُبُ مَرَّةً
مِن هَولِهِ في ذي غَوارِبَ مُزبِدِ
Destiny alternately floats and sinks
In its enormity, in one with surging, foaming seas.
أَعيا عَلى عِزريلَ خَوضُ غِمارِهِ
فَاِرتَدَّ يَرقُبُ أَيَّةً يَهوي الرَدي
Terrifying to Azrael was its plunging into the fray
So he recoiled, gulping with fright.
أَينَ الأُساةُ تُقيمُني مِن ضَجعَةٍ
نَفَدَ العَزاءُ وَهَمُّها لَم يَنفَدِ
Where are my comrades to rouse me from slumber?
Consolation is exhausted, yet their care never ends.
لَبّاهُ مِن أَعلى الكِنانَةِ أَروَعٌ
ماضي العَزيمَةِ لَيسَ بِالمُتَرَدِّدِ
The most remarkable man hailed from the throne,
Unwavering in resolution, not hesitating.
مُتَرادِفُ النَجداتِ مُنصَلِتُ القُوى
مُتَطايِحُ النَخَواتِ وَاري الأَزنُدِ
Bringing waves of support and uniting strength,
And bringing down pretentiousness bare of arms.
يَرمي مَهولاتِ الخُطوبِ بِمِثلِها
مِن عَزمِهِ حَتّى تَقولَ لَهُ قَدي
He hurls the horrors of calamities with their like
From his resolve until it says to him: Enough!
لَبّى الجَريحَ فَفارَقَتهُ كُلومُهُ
وَمَضى فَكانَت وَقعَةً لَم تُجحَدِ
He answered the wounded man, so his sorrows left him,
And he went on to a battle that could not be denied.
فَسَقا الحَيا القَومَ الَّذينَ تَكَفَّلوا
بِقَضاءِ حَقٍّ لِلهِلالِ مُؤَكَّدِ
He gave those people drink who had pledged
To fulfill the right of the new crescent, inevitable.
مِن أَريحِيٍّ بِالنَدى مُتَدَفِّقٍ
أَو أَحوَذِيٍّ لِلسَرى مُتَجَرِّدِ
With dew pouring from his spear or bared
For evil, not lagging or falling behind.
يَجتابُ أَجوازَ المَهامهِ ضارِباً
فيها بِأَخفافِ المَطايا الوُخَّدِ
He plunges into the depths of great trials
Embracing the hopes of highest ideals and guided aright.
ماضٍ عَلى هَولِ السُرى يَفري الدُجى
بِمَضاءِ عَزمٍ كَالشِهابِ المُوقَدِ
Cutting the necks of matters, venturing
With the resolve of one hunting noble game.
وَإِذا الهَجيرُ تَوَقَّدَت جَمَراتُهُ
أَوفى فَكافَحَها وَلَم يَتَبَلَّدِ
Neither wealth distracted him, nor the words
Of the deceiver, "Cast down your goods and sit."
قَذَفَت بِهِ المَرمى البَعيدَ صَريمَةٌ
تَهفو نَوازِعُها بِأَبلَجَ أَمجَدِ
When we stood to say farewell one night,
Hearts jealous of our stance fluttered.
جَمِّ النِزاعِ إِلى الصِعابِ يَخوضُها
كَلِفٍ بِغاياتِ العُلى وَالسُؤدُدِ
Gabriel was the third of us, and Muhammad's gaze
Turned toward us from the meadows of Al-Gharqad.
قَطّاعِ أَقرانِ الأُمورِ مُغامِرٍ
فيها بِهِمَّةِ ذي بَوادِرَ أَصيَدِ
I bade him farewell as if we two
Knelt in devotion in a mosque's courtyard.
لَم يُلهِهِ أَرَبٌ وَلَم يَقعُد بِهِ
قَولُ المُغَرِّرِ أَلقِ رَحلَكَ وَاِقعُدِ
The secret of God's cloud shaded you
And His favor sufficed you with wishes and joy.
لَمّا وَقَفنا لِلوَداعِ عَشِيَّةً
خَفَقَت لِمَوقِفِنا قُلوبُ الحُسَّدِ
When you come to the valiant, greet them for me
With the greeting of an ardent, constant lover.
جِبريلُ ثالِثُنا وَعَينُ مُحَمَّدٍ
تَرنو إِلَينا مِن بَقيعِ الغَرقَدِ
Ask about the martyrs, where are their graves?
When you know, visit them and show devotion.
وَدَّعتُهُ وَكَأَنَّنا لِقُنوتِنا
وَخُشوعِ نَفسَينا بِساحَةِ مَسجِدِ
Are they between Al-Hatim and Zamzam
Laid in tombs, or in the meadows of Al-Furqad?
سِر ظَلَّلتَكَ مِنَ الإِلَهِ غَمامَةٌ
وَكّافَةٌ لَكَ بِالمُنى وَالأَسعُدِ
I ardently desire, as do the faithful, blood
Spilled by the hands of tyrants rejecting truth.
وَإِذا أَتَيتَ الباسِلينَ فَحَيِّهِم
عَنّي تَحِيَّةَ شَيِّقٍ مُتَوَجِّدِ
Longing hearts of feelings—is there none among the people
To sigh for them or guide them?
وَاِسأَل عَنِ الشُهَداءِ أَينَ قُبورُهُم
فَإِذا عَرَفتَ فَطُف بِها وَتَعَبَّدِ
Longing for the frozen-hearted! Between their shoulders
Lie dead hearts propped up by the frozen.
وَإِخالُها بَينَ الحَطيمِ وَزَمزَمٍ
ضُرِحَت لَهُم أَو في عِراصِ الفَرقَدِ
O festival, you have stirred up sorrow for the tortured,
Restless in bed from worries, laid low.
لَهفي وَلَهفَ المُؤمِنينَ عَلى دَمٍ
تُهريقُهُ أَيدي الطُغاةِ الجُحَّدِ
You came crawling with brigades, diving
Among the boats and the intended canal.
لَهفَ القُلوبِ العاطِفاتِ أَما لَهُم
في الناسِ مِن ناهٍ وَلا مِن مُرشِدِ
With lightning you sanction all prohibitions
And send flying or plummeting all who stand firm.
لَهفَ الجَلامِدِ إِنَّ بَينَ جُنوبِهِم
مَوتى قُلوبٍ عولِيَت بِالجَلمَدِ
The bombers rain down death, terrible red,
Flowing between the adjusted and the aimed.
يا عيدُ هَيَّجتَ الأَسى لِمُعَذَّبٍ
قَلِقِ الفِراشِ مِنَ الهُمومِ مُسَهَّدِ
They fire and decimate thousands intentionally
Then remain kneeling as if they have never reaped.
أَقبَلتَ تَزحَفُ بِالفَيالِقِ تَرتَمي
بَينَ القَواضِبِ وَالقَنا المُتَقَصِّدِ
O festival, what desolation you roused and anguish
For our eyes, hearts, and inner selves!
وَالمُرعِداتِ تُبيحُ كُلَّ مُمَنَّعٍ
وَتَطيرُ أَو تَهوي بِكُلِّ مُمَرَّدِ
You opposed us, so we were deprived of your affection.
When you return, reconcile us and renew affection!
القاذِفاتِ المَوتَ أَحمَرَ هائِلاً
يَنسابُ بَينَ مُصَوِّبٍ وَمُصَعِّدِ
Praise be to God, the Bestower on those
Who spend their wealth in God, no little or squandered.
تَرمي فَتَجتاحُ الأُلوفَ حَواصِداً
وَتَظَلُّ جاثِيَةً كَأَن لَم تَحصُدِ
Their palms remain spreading goodness
Of silver and clouds of curled, black hair.
يا عيدُ أَيَّ شَجىً بَعَثتَ وَلَوعَةٍ
لِعُيونِنا وَقُلوبِنا وَالأَكبُدِ
The Supported one called: “Aid the wounded of the fray!
For they are like the intensely thirsty kept back."
عادَيتَنا فَحُرِمتَ صَفوَ وِدادِنا
فَإِذا رَجَعتَ فَصافِنا وَتَوَدَّدِ
They contest the greatness of glory and the utmost
Who can claim it grows by it and is darkened.
لِلَهِ دَرُّ المُنعِمينَ بِمالِهِم
في اللَهِ لا نَزراً وَلا بِمُصَرَّدِ
But man, if not roused to some momentous
Horror that reveals its enormity, is not praised.
ظَلَّت أَكُفُّهُمُ تَسُحُّ فَديمَةٌ
مِن فضَّةٍ وَغَمامَةٌ مِن عَسجَدِ
Woe to you, people of Egypt! That was a disregard
From one seeking refuge in your help.
صاحَ المُؤَيَّدُ أَدرِكوا جَرحى الوَغى
فَإِذا بِهِم مِثلُ العِطاشِ الوُرَّدِ
Be generous like the Best of Benefactors.
Truly, the successful is led by the successful.
يَتَنازَعونَ مَدى الفَخارِ وَغايَةً
مَن يَحوِها يَعظُم بِها وَيُسَوَّدِ
You raised the minaret of generosity high among you
So the noble hurry to its loftiness and are guided.
وَالمَرءُ ما لَم يَنتَدب لِعَظيمَةٍ
شَنعاءَ يَكشِفُ هَولَها لَم يُحمَدِ
That is eternal, renowned gallantry
While favor is despised if it does not endure.
إيهٍ بَني مِصرٍ وَتِلكَ إِهابَةٌ
مِن عائِذٍ بِنوالِكُم مُستَنجِدِ
كونوا كَأُمِّ المُحسِنينَ سَماحَةً
إِنَّ المُوَفَّقَ بِالمُوَفَّقِ يَقتَدي
رَفَعتَ مَنارَ الجودِ فيكُم عالِياً
تَعشو الكِرامُ إِلى سَناهُ فَتَهتَدي
تِلكَ المُروءَةُ خالِداً مَأثورُها
وَالصُنعُ مُحتَقَرٌ إِذا لَم يَخلُدِ
