هُوَ الخَطبُ حَتّى يُنكِرَ التاجَ صاحِبُهْ
وَحَتّى يَظُنَّ العَرشَ حَتفاً يُراقِبُهْ
He is in dire straits until he denies his crown
And until he deems the Throne to spy on him
لَئِن مادَ عَرشُ الفاتِحينَ بِرَبِّهِ
لَقَد زُلزِلَت مِن كُلِّ عَرشٍ جَوانِبُه
If the Throne of the Conquerors lasted, thanks to its Lord
Other thrones were shaken from all sides
وَباتَ عَلى التيجانِ إِذ ريعَ تاجُه
نَذيرٌ يَروعُ المُستَبِدّينَ ناعِبُه
And he spent the night with diadems when his crown slipped
A warner that terrifies tyrants with its wailing
تَكَشَّفَ ظِلُّ المُلكِ عَنهُ وَأَقلَعَت
مَواسِمُهُ عَن بابِهِ وَمَواكِبُه
The shade of the kingdom was removed from him and
Its seasons turned away from his door and processions
وَعُطِّلَ مِن نورِ الخِلافَةِ أُفقُهُ
فَأَمسى وَما تَنجابُ عَنهُ غَياهِبُه
The horizon of the Caliphate was disabled from its light
And he went to bed with its darkness enveloping him
ثَوى عاثِرَ الآمالِ يونِسُهُ الأَسى
وَتُوحِشُهُ أَوطارُهُ وَمَآرِبُه
The frustrated hopes resided with him, grief keeping him company
And his chambers and disasters making him lonesome
كَأَنَّ جَلالَ المُلكِ لَم يَبدُ حَولَهُ
مَهيباً وَلَم تضرب عَلَيهِ مَضارِبُه
As if the majesty of the kingdom did not appear around him
Imposing, and its tents were not pitched over him
كَأَنَّ السَرايا وَالفَيالِقَ لَم تَسِر
إِلى المَوتِ تَثني دونَهُ مَن يُحارِبُه
As if the armies and regiments were not marched
To death, stopping anyone who would fight him
كَأَنَّ رُؤوسَ الصِيدِ لم تكُ خشَّعاً
لدى بابه المرجوِّ بالأمس حاجبُه
As if the hunted heads did not bow submissively
At his door, hopefully eyed by his chamberlain the day before
كأنَّ بغاةَ الجودِ وَالمَجدِ لَم تَفِد
عَلَيهِ وَلَم تَهطِل عَلَيهِم مَواهِبُه
As if the rebels of generosity and glory did not swear allegiance to him
And his gifts did not rain down on them
كَأَنَّ بُناةَ الشِعرِ لَم تَغشَ بابَهُ
بِمُستَعلِياتٍ تَزدَهيها مَناقِبُه
As if the architects of poetry did not crowd his door
With lofty praises embellished by his virtues
كَأَنَّ الأُلى زانوا المَنابِرَ بِاِسمِهِ
أَحَلّوا بِدينَ اللَهِ ما لا يُناسِبُه
As if the forebears did not adorn the pulpits with his name
Making lawful the religion of God what does not suit it
طَوَوا ذِكرَهُ وَاِستَودَعوا اللَهَ عَهدَهُ
وَكُلُّ اِمرِئٍ رَهنٌ بِما هُوَ كاسِبُه
They folded his mention and entrusted God with his covenant
And every person is hostage to what he earns
أَرى الناسَ مَن يَقعُد بِهِ الدَهرُ يَنقُموا
عَلَيهِ وَإِن كانَت قَليلاً مَعايِبُه
I see people resenting someone time makes sit
Even if his flaws were few
أَلَم يَكُ ظِلَّ اللَهِ بِالأَمسِ بَينَنا
نَلوذُ بِهِ وَالخَطبُ ضَنكٌ مَذاهِبُه
Was he not yesterday God’s shadow amongst us
That we take refuge in, dire are its prospects
أَنُطريهِ قَهّاراً وَنُؤذيهِ مُرهَقاً
كَفى اللَيثَ شَرّاً أَن تُفَلَّ مَخالِبُه
Shall we enfeeble the Subduer and hurt the exhausted?
It is enough evil for the lion that his claws are damaged
أَما في الثَلاثينَ اللَواتي تَصَرَّمَت
ذِمامٌ لِمَنكوبٍ تَوالَت نَوائِبُه
Did he not spend among the thirty
A night resisting fate with repeated misfortunes assaulting him
أَلَم يَقضِ مِنها لَيلَةً نازعَ الكَرى
مَخافَةَ عادٍ يُفزِعُ المُلكَ واثِبُه
Did he not stay up one day because of overwhelming sorrows
To protect from worsening consequences
أَلَم يَستَطِر يَوماً لِخَطبٍ مُساوِرٍ
مُحافَظَةً مِن أَن تَسوءَ عَواقِبُه
Oh merciful one! Is there no intercessor? Has it not sufficed
That all people of this life are his adversary
أَلا راحِمٌ هَل مِن شَفيعٍ أَما كَفى
أَكُلُّ بَني الدُنيا عَدُوٌّ يُغاضِبُه
Did he want evil for the kingdom or did he see
Joy in the wailing of mourners
أَكانَ يُريدُ السوءَ بِالمُلكِ أَم يَرى
مَسَرَّتَهُ في أَن تَرِنَّ نَوادِبُه
Are all his sins misdeeds? Are all his flaws
Misdeeds? Oh you equitable, as we judge him
أَكُلُّ مَآتيهِ ذُنوبٌ أَكُلُّهُ
عُيوبٌ أَلا مِن مُنصِفٍ إِذ نُحاسِبُه
Are not all the crowned ones established in justice
That countless are their examples
أَكُلُّ ذَوي التيجانِ بِالعَدلِ قائِمٌ
أَما فيهِمو ما لا تُعَدُّ مَثالِبُه
Are not the forebears who harmed him more deserving harm
And the ones who brought this evil more deserving of evil
أَلَيسَ الأُلى غَشّوهُ أَجدَرَ بِالأَذى
وَأَولى الوَرى بِالشَرِّ مَن هُوَ جالِبُه
They surrounded him with intrigues and fabricated
Such words as blind to righteousness and lying in them
هُمُ اِكتَنَفوهُ بِالدَسائِسِ وَاِفتَروا
مِنَ القَولِ ما يَعمى عَنِ الرُشدِ كاذِبُه
And they scared him of death as if
He will face it in the water he is drinking
وَهُم خَوَّفوهُ المَوتَ حَتّى كَأَنَّما
يُلاقيهِ في الماءِ الَّذي هُوَ شارِبُه
He thinks the folds of the crown hide a rebel
Who will wrestle it from him above and rival him
يَظُنُّ ثَنايا التاجِ تُضمِرُ ثائِراً
يُناوِشُهُ مِن فَوقِهِ وَيُشاغِبُه
And that the throne lies in wait for his downfall
That it schemes against his person and waylays him
وَأَنَّ سَريرَ المُلكِ راصِدُ حَتفِهِ
يُخاتِلُهُ عَن نَفسِهِ وَيُوارِبُه
They cared for the corrupt governors so the people are
Merchandise in their hands, and chaos in his leadership positions
عُنوا بِوُلاةِ السوءِ فَالشَعبُ سِلعَةٌ
بِأَيديهمو وَالمُلكُ فَوضى مَناصِبُه
They draw near those with intimacy and distance the closely related
And the companion of right is oppressed, it's owner
يُقَرَّبُ ذو الزُلفى وَيُقصى أَخو الحِجى
وَيُظلَمُ ذو الحَقِّ المُؤَكَّدِ صاحِبُه
Many a martyr that the whale laughs around
As his brethren and relatives mourn him
وَرُبَّ شَهيدٍ يَضحَكُ الحوتُ حَولَهُ
وَيندِبُهُ أَخدانُهُ وَأَقارِبُه
The evils - if the Imam realizes their hidden reality
He would remain tearless and pouring them
مَساوِئُ لَو يَدري الإِمامُ خَفِيَّها
لَظَلَّ وَما يَرقا مِنَ الدَمعِ ساكِبُه
With what sin does his Lord deprive him of the kingdom
And its preventer plunders it from him
بِأَيِّ مِجَنٍّ يَمنَعُ المُلكَ رَبُّهُ
وَمانِعُهُ عادٍ عَلَيهِ فَسالِبُه
May God shepherd a people who helped the frustrated
And protected the inviolability of Uthman, so the seeker turned away
رَعى اللَهُ قَوماً أَنهَضوا عاثِرَ المُنى
وَصانوا حِمى عُثمانَ فَاِرتَدَّ طالِبُه
And they gave life to Imam Al Murtada and honored him
And the kingdom's horizon continues to be adorned by its planets
وَحَيّا الإِمامَ المُرتَضى وَأَعَزَّهُ
وَلا زالَ أُفقُ المُلكِ تَزهى كَواكِبُه
