أَبَيت وَبي وَجد حرارته تَعلو
وَدَمع لَهُ في عارِضي عارض وَبل
I refused but my love persisted, its heat rising,
And tears flowed down my cheeks relentlessly.
وَأطوي عَلى جَمر وَأغضي عَلى قَذى
وَأشغل أَعضائي وَقَلبي لَهُ شغل
I bear the burning embers and ignore the sparks,
Preoccupying my limbs and heart from it.
إِذا اللَيل وافى ضقت ذرعاً إِلى الحِمى
وَفاضَت شُؤون لَيسَ يَعقلها عَقل
When night comes, I yearn for solitude
As passions beyond reason overflow.
حَداني إلى الزَوراء شَوق مبرح
فَماذا الَّذي حَدثت عَن حالها سَهل
Yearning drew me to visit her abode,
Yet what could I say of her condition with ease?
إِذا ما نبت دار السَلام بِأَهلها
فَلا جَبل يؤوي الكِرام وَلا سَهل
If the abode of peace prospers with its people,
No mountain or plain can shelter the generous.
وَإِن كسفت شَمس البِلاد وَبَدرها
فَلَيسَ لَنا في نجمها مَنزل يَعلو
If the sun of the country and its full moon darken,
No star in its sky rises high for us to dwell under.
وَإِن قلص الظل الَّذي في جنابها
فَأَين مِن الرَمضاء في غَيرِها ظل
If the shade it provides shrinks,
Where else but in it can we find shade amidst the blazing heat?
وَإِن نَضب الماء الغَمير بِأَرضها
فَأي شَراب في سِواها لَنا يَحلو
And if its abundant water runs dry,
What other drink is sweet for us but its own?
مصاب عراها لا أصيبت بِأَهلها
فَإنهم للمكرمات بِها أَهل
I care not if its sanctity is violated, but for its people,
For they are the most honorable in it.
ديار بِها نيطت علي تَمائمي
قَديماً وَلي فيها نَما الفرع وَالأَصل
It is the land where my talismans were tied
And where my roots and branches once grew.
بِها سكني في ربعها الخصب ناقتي
بِها جملي يَرغو بِها قيمتي تَغلو
In it my she-camel settled in its fertile quarter
And in it my camel desires, and my value rises.
ألا لَيت شعري هَل أراني بربعها
مُقيماً وَبالأحباب يَجتمع الشَمل
Oh how I wish I knew! Will I reside in its quarter
Gathered with loved ones in reunion?
وَهَل التقي بِالأَهل مِن بَعد فرقة
فلي عندها في كُل ناحية أَهل
Will I meet my family after long separation?
For in every region I have family.
وَهَل روضها يَخضر بَعد ذُبوله
وَيَهوي عَلى أَوراقه الغَيث وَالطل
Will its meadows bloom again after withering?
Will the rain and dew pour over its leaves?
وَهَل ظبيات الكرخ يَخرجن شَرعاً
وَدون حِماهن الأَسنة وَالنَصل
Will the does of Karch emerge in multitudes
With nothing to protect them but their keeper?
وَهَل أَسمع الداعي وَقَد حَلَق الدُجى
يُؤذن وَالتالي بِأَوراده يَتلو
Will I hear the caller when darkness descends
Chanting the litanies he dutifully recites?
وَهَل أَنا في يَوم العُروبة قاصد
لِحَضرة محيي الدين دامَ لَهُ الفَضل
Will I on the day of the Arabs be visiting
The noble sanctuary of the Reviver of the Faith?
وَهَل تَنثَني تِلكَ المَعالم وَالربى
وَفَوقَ ذراها العز وَالكَرَم الجزل
Will I see those minarets and places of worship
With might and abundant generosity upon them?
وَكَم فتية فَروا مِن المَوت ضلة
وَما ظعنوا في السَير عَنهُ وَقَد كلوا
How many youths have escaped death's clutches
Having endured in travel when provisions ran out?
أَمن قَدر الرَحمن يجدي فرارهم
فَأَوله سقم وَآخره قَتل
Can fleeing the decree of the Merciful avail them
When the first leads to disease and the end to death?
فَقُل لِمُقيم صابر فُزت بِالعُلى
وَلِلمُدعي هَيهات ما الكحل الكحل
Say to the steadfast victor: Congratulations!
And say to the pretender: Not so fast! Things are not what they seem.
يَهون عَلينا ما لَقيتم مِن الأَذى
وَلَكن عقد اللَه لَيسَ لَهُ حَل
Your harms trouble us little.
But God's destiny cannot be undone.
فَيا رب باسم الذات وَالحكمة الَّتي
بِها تَظهر الأَشياء وَالعدم الأَصل
My Lord, by the Essence and the Wisdom
Through which things manifest and originate...
بِنور جَمال أَشرَق الكَون عِنده
وَعز جَلال دُونهُ أحجم العَقل
By the light of Beauty radiating when It appears
And the Awe of Glory beyond the mind's grasp...
بِقدرتك العُظمى بِأَوصافك العُلى
بِأَسمائك الحُسنى لَها الأَخذ وَالبَذل
By Your supreme Power and sublime Attributes
Whose grasp and release are Yours to give...
بسر عُلوم في عِبادك أودعت
وَما أَنتَ مُختص بِأَعلاه مِن قَبل
By the mysteries embedded in Your servants
Which You do not reserve only for the elite...
بِفَضل كَلام جاءَ في الوَحي منزلا
تَلقته عَن مَأمونه السادة الرُسل
By the grace of revelation descending
Which the noble messengers received faithfully...
بِأَملاكك السامين في العَرش وَالسما
وَلَيسَ لَهُم إِلا بِطاعتهم شُغل
By Your lofty angels in the Throne's precinct
Who have no concern but to obey...
وَبِالأَنبياء الكُل من أنذروا الوَرى
فَفي بَعثهم جُزء الهداية وَالكل
By all the prophets who warned the world
So that guidance came through their mission...
وَبِالمُصطَفى ختم الرِسالة من لَهُ
إِذا قَطَعَ الخَلق التَقدم وَالوَصل
By the Seal of Messengers culminating their line
For whom, when he came, predecessors withdrew...
حَبيبك مَن أَكرَمتَهُ بِشَفاعة
عَلى كُل مَن في الحَشر عَم بِها البَذل
Your beloved, whom You honored with intercession
Encompassing all who will gather in the Plain...
بِأَصحابه مَن جاهَدوا بِنُفوسِهم
وَما صَدهُم عَن ذاكَ مال وَلا أَهل
By his companions who strove with their souls
Undeterred by wealth or family...
وَبِالأَولياء التابعين لِهَديه
وَأَتباعهم مَن في رُبوع التُقى حلوا
By the successors who followed his guidance
And their adherents who settled in lands of piety...
تول لَنا دار السَلام وَأَهلها
بِلُطفك وَأرحمهم فَقَد ثقل الحمل
Restore for us the Abode of Peace and its people
Through Your subtle kindness - the burden has grown heavy!
وَعاملهم بِالعَفو وَارحم شُيوخَهُم
وَأَطفالهم فَالشَيخ قَد آب وَالطفل
And treat them with clemency, have mercy on their elders
And children, for the elder has aged and the child is frail!
وَباء وَطاعون وَما ثم مَلجأ
سِواكَ وَأَنتَ الراحم الحكم العَدل
Epidemic and plague—none but You is their refuge.
You are the Clement, the Wise, the Just!
وَيا غارة اللَه أَسرِعي لِخَلاصِهم
مِن القهر فَالرَحمَن مِن شَأنِهِ الفَضل
O Divine Protection, hasten to their deliverance
From tyranny! For the Merciful has plentiful grace!
وَيا غارة اللَه اِجعَلي كُل وَاحد
بِحصنك قَد غارَ العَدو وَهُم عزل
O Divine Protection, make each one in Your fortress,
The enemy thwarted, while they are exposed!
وَيا غارَة اللَه انصريهم وَبددي
جموع العِدى عَنهم فمقت العِدى سَهل
O Divine Protection, give them victory and disperse
The hordes of enemies—easy to disdain are the enemies!
أَلا فاستجب واسمع نِدائي فَإِنني
دَعَوتك وَالأَجفان في سَحها هطل
I implore You, so respond and heed my call!
For I called upon You as the eyelids poured.
وقابل سُؤالي بِالإِجابة سيدي
فَما خابت الشَكوى لديك وَلا السؤل
Meet my request with answer, my Master!
For neither complaint nor plea fails before You.
وصل وسلم كُل يوم وَساعة
عَلى المُصطفى مِن ذكره للوَرى يَحلو
Bless and salute, every day and hour,
The Chosen One, whose mention gives joy to the world,
وَآل وَأَصحاب هُم أَنجم الهُدى
فَما فَوقَهُم فَوق وَلا مثلهم مثل
His Household and Companions, guiding stars
Above whom none tower, nor any equal.
