أَرى فَساداً وَشَرّاً ضاعَ بَينَهُما
أَمرُ العِبادِ فَلا دينٌ وَلا خُلُقُ
I see corruption and evil, between which has been lost
the people’s cause: there is neither faith nor moral character.
سَيلٌ تَدافَعَ بِالآثامِ زاخِرُهُ
ما قُلتُ أَمسَكَ إِلّا اِنسابَ يَندَفِقُ
A flood surges, its swelling waters laden with sins;
whenever I say, “Hold back!” it only pours on, gushing.
نالَ النُفوسَ فَمُبتَلٌّ يُقالُ لَهُ
ناجٍ وَآخَرُ في لُجّاتِهِ غَرِقُ
It has reached the souls, and one sorely afflicted says of it:
“One survives, while another drowns in its depths.”
الدَهرُ مُغتَسِلٌ مِن ذَنبِهِ بِدَمٍ
وَالأَرضُ بِالنارِ ذاتِ الهَولِ تَحتَرِقُ
Time washes itself of its sin with blood,
and the earth burns in a fire fraught with terror.
قَومٌ إِذا ما دَعا داعي الهُدى نَكَصوا
فَإِن أَهابَ بِهِم داعي العَمى اِستَبَقوا
A people who, whenever the herald of guidance calls, recoil;
but when blindness’ herald summons them, they race ahead.
لَم يَبقَ مِن مُحكَمِ التَنزيلِ بَينَهُمو
إِلّا المِدادُ تَراهُ العَينُ وَالوَرَقُ
Nothing of the firmly wrought Revelation remains among them
except ink that the eye sees upon paper.
ضاقَت بِهِم طُرُقُ المَعروفِ وَاِتَّسَعَت
ما بَينَ أَظهُرِهِم لِلمُنكَرِ الطُرُقُ
The paths of righteousness have narrowed around them, while widening
among them are the roads to wickedness.
ضَجَّ الصَباحُ لِما لاقَت طَلائِعُهُ
مِن سوءِ أَعمالِهِم وَاِستَعبَرَ الغَسَقُ
Morning cried out when its vanguard appeared,
at the evil of their deeds—and twilight burst into tears.
لَم يَفسُقِ القَومُ غالَتهُم خَبائِثُهُم
في الذاهِبينَ مِنَ الأَقوامِ ما فَسَقوا
No sooner do the people sin than their vices sweep them
among the vanished nations, for all the evil they have done.
ماتوا مِنَ الجُبنِ وَاِشتَدَّت إِغارَتُهُم
عَلى الإِلَهِ فَلا جُبنٌ وَلا فَرَقُ
They died of cowardice, yet fierce grew their assault
upon God—then there was neither cowardice nor fear.
هُم حارَبوهُ وَما خافوا عُقوبَتَهُ
حَتّى رَماهُم فَأَمسى القَومُ قَد صَعِقوا
They waged war against Him and did not fear His punishment,
until He struck them, and the people lay thunderstruck.
أَذاقَهُم مَضَضَ البَلوى وَجَرَّعَهُم
مِنَ الهَوانِ ذَنوباً ماؤُهُ دَفِقُ
He made them taste the bitterness of affliction and forced them to gulp
from humiliation a brimming bucket whose water overflowed.
يا لِلمَغارِمِ تَرمي كُلَّ ذي نَشَبٍ
بِفادِحٍ يَتَلَوّى تَحتَهُ العُنُقُ
Alas for the exactions! They strike every possessor of wealth
with a crushing burden beneath which the neck writhes;
وَلِلمُكوسِ تِباعاً لا مَرَدَّ لَها
إِن خابَ مُزدَرعٌ أَو جَفَّ مُرتَزقُ
and taxes follow one upon another, with none to avert them,
whether a farmer’s crop fails or a breadwinner’s livelihood dries up.
يَأتي الحَصادُ فَيَمضي الغاصِبونَ بِما
عافَ الجَرادُ وَأَبقى الدودُ وَالعَلَقُ
Harvest comes, and the usurpers depart with whatever
the locusts spared and the worms and leeches left.
راحوا بِطاناً وَباتَت مِصرُ طاوِيَةً
غَرثى تُشَدُّ عَلى أَحشائِها النُطُقُ
They go away full-bellied, while Egypt spends the night famished,
starving, tightening her girdles around her entrails.
لَم يَبقَ مِنها وَإِن ظَنّوا الظُنونَ بِها
إِلّا الذَماءُ يُعاني المَوتَ وَالرَمَقُ
Nothing remains of her—whatever conjectures they make about her—
except life’s last spark, drawing near to death with only a faint breath.
عَجِبتُ لِلقوتِ يُعيي القَومَ تَحمِلُهُم
أَرضٌ تَدَفَّقَ فيها النيلُ وَالعَرَقُ
I marvel that procuring daily bread exhausts the people
in a land where the Nile and human sweat flow abundantly.
ما يَهدَأونَ وَما يَنفَكُّ كادِحُهُم
مُشَرَّداً في طِلابِ العَيشِ يَنطَلِقُ
They never rest, and their laborer never ceases,
driven abroad, setting forth in quest of a livelihood.
فِرعَونُ أَكرَمُ عَهداً في سِياسَتِهِ
مِن مُستَبِدّينَ لَولا الظُلمُ ما خُلِقوا
Pharaoh was more honorable in keeping his covenant throughout his rule
than despots who, but for oppression, would never have been created.
قالوا غَوَيتُم فَجِئناكُم لِنُرشِدَكُم
ثُمَّ الجَلاءُ فَما بَرّوا وَلا صَدَقوا
They said, “You went astray, so we came to you to guide you,”
then promised evacuation—yet neither kept faith nor spoke truth.
صَوتُ الأَباطيلِ في أَفياءِ دَولَتِهِم
عالٍ يَصيحُ وَصَوتُ الحَقِّ مُختَنِقُ
The voice of falsehood in the mouths of their government
rings loud and clamorous, while the voice of truth is choked.
رَثَّ الجَديدانِ وَاِستَرخى لَهُم طِوَلٌ
مِنَ المَظالِمِ لا رَثٌّ وَلا خَلَقُ
Day and night have grown threadbare, while a long span stretches before them
of injustices neither frayed nor worn away.
ما يَنقَضي نَسَقٌ مِن سوءِ رِعيَتِهِم
إِلّا تَجَدَّدَ فينا بَعدَهُ نَسَقُ
No succession of the evils of their rule ever ends
but another succession is renewed among us after it.
طالَ المُقامُ فَإِن بِتنا عَلى قَلَقٍ
فَالدَهرُ مُضَّطرِبٌ مِن ظُلمِهِم قَلِقُ
The occupation has lingered long; if we pass our nights in anxiety,
time itself is troubled and restless from their oppression.
ظَنّوا القُلوبَ تُواليهِم وَغَرَّهُمو
رِضى الذَليلِ وَقَولُ الزورِ وَالمَلَقُ
They imagined that hearts were loyal to them, and were deceived by
the base man’s acquiescence, false speech, and flattery.
يا لَيتَ شِعري أَجُنُّ القَومُ أَم زَعَموا
أَنَّ المَوَدَّةَ مِن أَسمائِها الحَنَقُ
Would that I knew: have the people gone mad, or do they suppose
that folly is among the names of affection?
ما كُنتُ أَخشى لِأَهلِ الظُلمِ غائِلَةً
لَوِ اِتَّفَقنا وَلَكِن كَيفَ نَتَّفِقُ
I would never fear a treacherous blow from the oppressors
if only we united—but how are we to unite?
مَتى أَرى الأَمرَ بَعدَ الصَدعِ مُلتَئِماً
وَالقَومَ لا شِيَعٌ شَتّى وَلا فِرَقُ
When shall I see our common cause, after schism, made whole,
the people no longer disparate factions or divided sects?
وَيحَ الكنانَةِ أَمسَت مِن تَفَرُّقِهِم
حَيرى الرَجاءِ فَما تَدري بِمَن تَثِقُ
Woe to the Quiver—Egypt! Through their divisions she has become
bewildered in hope, not knowing whom to trust.
كُلٌّ لَهُ مَذهَبٌ يَرجو الفَلاحَ بِهِ
وَالحَقُّ يَعرِفُهُ ذو الفِطنَةِ اللَبِقُ
Each has a doctrine through which he hopes for success,
but truth is known by the discerning and astute.
سَيَعلَمُ القَومُ عُقبى الخائِنينَ وَما
جَنى الغُرورُ وَجَرَّ الجَهلُ وَالخَرَقُ
The people shall learn the fate of traitors, and what
delusion has wrought, and ignorance and recklessness have brought.
Sol 5.6