طوبى لِتلكَ المَطايا يَومَ مَسراها
فَالنَصر قارَنها وَالفَخر حَياها
Blessed are those mounts on the day of their delight,
For victory accompanied them and pride gave them life.
بُشرى لَها مِن مَطايا قَد سَرَت وَمَرت
الشوق سابقها وَالسَعد وافاها
Good tidings to them from mounts that marched forth blithely,
Yearning outpaced them and good fortune met them.
تطوي السَباسب وَالأطام تقطعها
كَأَنَّها فَوقَ هام المَجد مَمشاها
They surmount the undulating terrain and cut through it
As though above the summit of glory was their track.
دَعها فَإِن عَظيم الشوق أَنحلها
وَالوزر أَثقَلَها وَالوَجد أَعياها
Leave them be, for great yearning has melted them
And the burden has weighed them down and fervor weakened them.
لا تستقل وَلا تلفي السهاد إِلى
أَن تَرتَوي مِن حياض الطف أَحشاها
They cannot rest or turn aside to meadow
Until sated by the basin of affection’s draft.
وَلا تَميل إِلى دار المقام إِلى
أَن تلقي الرحل باب النيل سؤلاها
Nor incline toward the abode of rest
Until, at the Nile’s gate, they cast down the burdens of their gear.
سر الرِسالة بيت العلم من فخرت
بِفخرهم هامة العليا وَعَيناها
The secret of the message – the House of Knowledge – of which they glory
With its glory exalted the high and raised its esteem.
أَئمة رفعت أَقدارهم فَعلت
بِهم قُريش وَسادَت فَوقَ عَلياها
Imams who elevated their worth so highly
That Quraysh and the elite rose over their peers.
مبرؤون عِن الأدناس ساحتهم
مَحروسة وَإله العَرش زَكاها
Absolved of all impurity, their precinct
Is guarded, and the God of the Throne made it pure.
طابَت عَناصرهم جلت مَفاخرهم
مِن التُقى وَالنَدى حازَت معلاها
Refined are their beings, magnificent their virtues
Of piety and bounty - lofty stations they secured.
إن أمهم وَفد طلاب لَهُم رفدوا
وَأَكرَموا بِالعَطاء الجم مَثواها
Their mother is a spring whose seeking youths they nourished
And honored with abundant, copious largesse.
حازوا بِفَضلهم السامي وَمحتدهم
مَنازل العز أَسماها وَأَغلاها
Through their sublime, peerless merit they attained
Abodes of might - exalted seats and lofty place.
لِلمُستَجير بِهم مِن كُل نائِبة
حصن إِذا اِنبَعَثَ الطاغي وَأشقاها
For one who seeks refuge in them from every calamity
A fortress, if the tyrant stirs and wreaks his rage.
بِكُم نَجَوت بَني الزَهرا لأَنَكُم
أَنتُم سَفينة نوح يَومَ مَجراها
Through you the Family of Zahra survived, for you
Are Noah's ship on the day the waves raged.
بالجد وَالجد سدتم كُل ذي شَرَف
فَمن كَجدكم خَير الوَرى طه
With solemn zeal you barred the way to each vainglorious one,
So who, by your solemn zeal, is best of all men? You!
فَأنتُم غرر الدُنيا وَأنجمها
وَذروة المَجد أَدناها وَأَقصاها
You are the elite of the world and its stars,
The peak of glory, its base and its heights.
الجد خَير الوَرى وَالأُم فاطِمَة
خَير النِساء الَّتي قَد طابَ مَنشاها
Solemn zeal is best for all and Fatima the Mother
Is best among women, of pure and noble traits.
وَمَن يُباريكم يا آل حيدرة
وَحَيدر قَد غَدا في خم مَولاها
And who can compare with you, House of Haydara,
And Haydar who lies in his Master's precinct?
هُوَ الشَهيد الَّذي حَقاً قَد افتخرت
بِهِ الشهادة فيما نالَ عُقباها
He is the martyr true, and martyrdom justly prides itself
On what it attained through him and its outcome.
بالعلم وَالحلم فاقَ الأَكرَمين تُقى
وَحازَ مِن قَصَبات السَبق أَجلاها
In knowledge and forbearance he surpassed the noble ones in piety
And grasped the frontrunners' reins in both respects.
عين الكَمال وَكَنز السر معدنه
وَدَوحة العز أَغلاها وَأَعلاها
He is the quintessence of perfection and treasure of mystery,
The basin of might - most lofty of goals and most high.
ضاقَ الخِناق فَلا ذخر وَلا سَنَد
وَكَم علي ذُنوب صرت أَخشاها
The yoke has tightened; there is no hoard nor friend to aid me,
And how many sins that I dread have I!
وَالقَلب إِلا بِكُم لَم يَلقَ مُستنداً
وَالنَفس إِلا بكُم لا تَلقَ مَنجاها
But for you the heart has found no refuge,
And but for you the soul no deliverance.
نادَيت وَالدَمع يَجري سَيد الشهدا
وَبضعة المُصطفى كَم شم رياها
I called upon the Prince of Martyrs whilst tears flowed,
And the Prophet's darling - how oft I sensed his fragrance!
يا ابن الغَطارفة السامين مِن مُضَر
قَد أَنحلتني ذُنوب جل أَدناها
O son of Ghadhaf, the lofty of Mudhar's line,
My sins have melted me - severe though I repent them.
غث والها قاصِداً بِالوزر مُرتَدياً
جَنابك الرَحب يا مَن قَد سَما جاها
I came to you bankrupt, seeking your expansive precinct,
A pauper hoping your hands of giving will extend to him.
وَصل فَقيراً أَتى يَسعى بِمسكنة
بَحراً لآليه أَيدي الجود أَلقاها
And Uncle Ja'far deserved virtue when
The highest of stations through him were perfected.
وَالعَم جَعفر حازَ الفَضل إِذ كملت
بِهِ المَراتب أَعلاها وَأَسماها
If all people's riches were grasped in his fist
As yellow and white for God's sake he'd expend them.
لَو أَن كُل حُطام الناس قَبضته
صفراً وَبيضاً لِوَجه اللَه أَفناها
Or if all people's lands were in his hand,
Both land and sea and all that's within them he'd grant away.
أَو كانَ كُل عُقار الناس في يَده
بَراً وَبَحراً وَما فيها لأعطاها
One like him - and his father was Ali
And grandsire the Master of all and its Guardian.
من مثله وَعلي كان والده
وَجده سَيد الدُنيا وَمَولاها
O son of the Pure, the fierce Lion, who against
The foe's onslaught with lofty deeds contended!
يا ابن المطهر وَاللَيث الغضنفر وَال
مردي العِدى بِالعَوالي حينَ طغياها
He is the Warrior, but his rain poured down,
Grief flooded the world so he gave it life.
وَهوَ الهزبر وَلَكن غَيثه غَدَق
همى عَلى ساحة الدُنيا فَأَحياها
He is the cloud within which lies rain
Whose lightning bolts the unbelievers struck down.
هُوَ السحاب الَّذي في ضمنه مَطر
سح صَواعقه الكُفار أَرداها
As though they were red camels startled from their enclosures
And the Chosen One repelled them, compelling their return.
كَأَنَّهُم حُمر مِن قسور نَفَرَت
فَردها المُرتَضى قسراً وَلاقاها
His blade that year wielded at them - and for him
How many sharp swords from his peers did drink!
وَعام صارمه الصادي بِهم وَلَه
كَم صارم مِن دَم الأَقران أَرواها
The City of Knowledge - its gate he became and contained
Of virtues the finest and most majestic.
مَدينة العلم أَضحى بابها وَحَوى
مِن المَناقب أَحلاها وَأَجلاها
And when the Muslims were tried, he sacrificed
At Khaybar's gate such merit as he perfected.
وَ حازَ لَما أَلَم المُسلمون ضحى
بِباب خيبر فَضلاً حَيث جَلاها
When the moment came and victory's grip was in his hand
Like a lion, he struck with his right and his left.
لَما غَدا وَعِقاب النَصر في يَده
كَاللَيث يَضرب يُمناها بِيُسراها
He soared like the swooping falcon, and it lay ravaged
Like the quarry of a bird of prey made its home.
وَطارَ كَالطائر البازي وَخربها
عَلى بغاث عقاب الطَير مأَواها
It suffices him to pride himself on early Islam
And that he was its stalwart prop.
يَكفيه بِالسَبق في الإِسلام مُفتخراً
وَأَنَّهُ لعرى الإِسلام قواها
And the embers of unbelief he quenched and extinguished
And the confederates of polytheism he vanquished and obliterated.
وَجَمرة الكُفر أَطفاها وَأَخمَدَها
وَعُصبة الشرك أَخزاها وَأَفناها
Upon him the purest greeting of God, for as long as
My dove and the doves of Ayk shall sing his praise,
عَلَيهِ أَزكى سَلام اللَه ما سَجعت
قَمرية وَحمام الأَيك غناها
And the spirit of God eternally where the dove of Ayk
And my dove lament for him and call his name.
وَروح اللَه قَبراً مِنهُ ما هَتَفَت
حَمامة الأيك وَالقمري ناجاها
