لَست في بَينِها الغُداةَ بِلاحِ

ما عَلى النَفسِ في التُقى مِن جُناحِ

She was not among them in the morning without glory,

There is no fault on the soul in piety,

تَبعتها أَرواحنا فَتَوَلَّت

بِقِطارٍ يُحَدى مِنَ الأَرواحِ

Our souls followed her, so she turned away

With a train, challenging the spirits.

وَاِستَقَلَّت يَومَ النَوى فرمتها

أَعيُنُ القَوم مِن جَميع النَواحي

On the day of intention, she was independent, so the people's eyes let her go

From all sides,

طرفها سائِف اللَواحِظ رامٍ

رامح عامِلٌ بِكُلِّ السِلاحِ

Her glance was roaming, exerting the observations,

Aiming, using all weapons.

أَقرَح الدَمع خَدَّها فَرَأَينا

خَمرَةً شَعشَعَت بِماءٍ قِراحِ

Tears wounded her cheek, so we saw

A wine that glistened with pure water.

فترشفت ريقها فَكَأَنّي

أَرشَفُ الطَلَّ مِن رِياض الأَقاحي

She sipped its saliva, so it was as if I

Sipped the dew from gardens of meadows.

ثُمَّ أَبقَ النِجادَ بِالضَمِّ مِنها

في مَجالِ الوِشاح مِثلَ الوِشاحِ

Then she left the adornments clinging from her

In the space of the wrap, like the wrap.

كُلَّ يَومٍ حداتها تقصد الرَو

ضَ بِرَوضٍ مِنَ الوُجوهِ الصِباح

Every day she heads to the meadows

With a meadow of bright faces,

فَتَراهن في الهَوادِج يَلمَع

نَ كَمِثلِ السُلافِ في الأَقداحِ

So you see her in the tents shining

Like glassware among the cups.

إِنَّما هَذِهِ العُيونَ السَقيما

ت بَلاء لِذي القُلوبِ الصِحاحِ

These sick eyes are an affliction

For those with healthy hearts.

لا يَغُرَّنكَ لين صَعَب قِيادي

فَعَلى قَدرِهِ يَلوح جِماحي

Do not let the softness of my difficult leadership deceive you

For my power flaps according to it.

كَم هَوىً قَد تَرَكتِهِ مِثلَ سَطرٍ

قَد مَحاه مِن الصَحيفَة ماحي

How many desires have I left like a line

Erased by the eraser!

وَظَلام قَطَعتُهُ بِظَليمٍ

كَوره قائِم مَقام الجَناحِ

And darkness that I cut with an unjust one

Whose blindness took the place of the wing.

فاجتَلَينا بِنور وَجهِ أَبي القا

سِم وَجهَ المُنى وَوَجهَ الصَباحِ

So we were enlightened by the light of Abul-Qasim's face

The face of purpose and the face of morning.

ثُمَّ صافحت أَنمُلاً نَشأت بَي

نَ صَريرِ الأَقلامِ وَالأَرماحِ

Then I shook hands grown between

The scratching of pens and spears.

فَكَفاني صَرفَ الزَمان بِكَفٍ

عُجِنَت مِنَ مَكارِمٍ وَسَماحِ

So stopping the time's rotation with a palm

Kneaded from generosity and lenience sufficed me.

وُصِلَت بِالنَدى بَنان أَبي القا

سِم قَبلَ اتِّصالِها بِالراحِ

The fingers of Abul-Qasim were connected with dew

Before their connection with rest.

لا تَلُمهُ في الجودِ فالجود عضو

مِن يَدَيهِ فَمالَهُ مِن بَراحِ

Do not blame him for generosity, for generosity is a limb

From his hands, so he has no choice.

مَرِحٌ بِالنَوالِ نَشوان مِنهُ

إِنَّ لِلجود نَشوَة كالرّاحِ

Elated with gifts, joyous from him,

Indeed, generosity has an intoxication like the wind.

فَهوَ في سَكرَةٍ مِنَ الجودِ صَرفاً

لَيسَ مِنها إِلى القِيامَةِ صاحي

So he is in an intoxication of generosity, spending

From which he will not awake till the Day of Resurrection.

لَم يَخِب ظَنُّ آمِلٍ فيهِ إِلّا

أَن تَكونَ الظُنونَ غَيرَ النَجاحِ

The hopes of no hopeful in him were unfulfilled

Unless the hopes were not successful.

لَو أَتَتهُ الرُكبانُ تَمتاحَهُ النَف

س وَحاشاهُ مِنهُ قالَ امتاحي

If caravans came to him, his soul coveting,

And he said “help yourself” to them.

ما رَأَينا في الجودِ كاِبنِ عَليٍّ

أَحَداً يَشتَهي صفاح الصِفاحِ

We have not seen anyone in generosity like the son of Ali

Who desires the morning shine of drawn swords.

وَيَزور الوَغى بِطَرفٍ حَييٍّ

أَن يُرى هائِباً وَوَجهَ وقاحِ

And visits discord with a lively glance

To be seen awe-inspiring with an insolent face.

وَيَرِد الراياتِ مِن الدمِّ تَحكي

لَهَب النارِ في نَسيم الرَياحِ

And makes the banners tell of blood

Like the flames of fire in the breeze of winds.

ثَمَّ أَيدٍ لَهُ طُوالٍ إِذا ما

خَطَرَت بِالرِماحِ مِثلَ الرِماحِ

Then hands that are long for him, if

Spears suggest themselves like spears.

في قَبيل تَراهُم في مُتونِ ال

خَيلِ كَالرِيشِ في مُتونِ القِداحِ

In the tribe you see them on the backs of

Horses like feathers on the backs of logs.

سَبطَة سَمحة عَلى المالِ تَحكي

فَيضَها بِالسَماحِ قَبلَ السِلاحِ

Magnanimous, noble over money, telling of its outpouring

With generosity before weapons.

فَهوَ يَختالُ بَينَ عِرضٍ مَنيع

مِن مَقال العِدى وَمالَ مُباحِ

So he struts between protected honour

And wealth made lawful.

مِن أَياديهِ رائِحات اغتَباقي

وَمِنَ الغادِيات مِنهُ اصطِباحي

From his hands are scents of bouquet

And from the girls, perfume in the morning.

مِنهُ مالي ورحلَتي وَعدادي

وَجُوداي وَحُلَّتي وَسِلاحي

From him are my money, my travel, my number,

My generosity, my dress, and my weapon.

وَلَهُ مُهجَتي وَشُكري وَنَشري

وَاِعتِدادي بِفَضلِهِ وَاِمتِداحي

And for him are my ode, my gratitude, my publishing,

My esteem for his favor, and my praise of him.

دامَ في رفعة وَفي طيب عَيشٍ

يَسحَبُ الذَيلَ في التُقى وَالصَلاحِ

May he remain high and in a good life,

Dragging the train in piety and righteousness.

ما دَجى عَسكَر الظَلامُ وَوَلّى

يَطلُبُ الفَرَّ مِن جُيوشِ الصَباحِ

The darkness of the army did not settle

Seeking escape from the armies of morning.