مَضَت سعدى فَقُلت لَها أَقيمي
فَكَم في البَين مِن قَلب كَليم
My joy passed away, so I called to her: stay!
How many a suffering heart yearns when loved ones stray.
أَقيمي للنواح وَساعِدينا
عَلى حُزن بِأَحشانا مُقيم
Stay to mourn with us, help us in our grief profound,
For sorrow dwells with us and will not leave this ground.
أَما تَدرين يا سعدى بِبَدر
بَدا في ذروة المَجد الصَميم
Know you not, my joy, of Badr in his prime?
A bright star risen to fame's lofty clime.
فَغالته اللَيالي بَعدَ تم
وَإشراق مِن الوَجه الوَسيم
The nights concealed him after his acclaim,
That noble face no more shines as it came.
لحاها اللَه مِن نوب صعاب
مَشَت في غَير نَهج مُستَقيم
God spared him from life’s darkest, bleakest days.
He walked not long in misdirected ways.
أَتَت شَططاً فَما تَرَكَت سُروراً
وَقَد رَتَعَت بمرتعها الوَخيم
To ruin he went, no happiness he bore,
He grazed in pastures growing ever more poor.
أَلَم تَعلم بِأَي حمى أَناخَت
وَقَد فَتَكَت بِأَي فَتى عَظيم
Do you not know with what resolve he stayed,
And what great man by fate he was waylaid?
هَوى النَجم الَّذي ما زالَ يَعلو
وَيطلع في ذُرى الفَضل القَديم
The star that rose and brilliance did attain
From excellence of olden days again,
مَضى فَغَدَت جِهات القَلب سوداً
كَأَن بِفوده نار الجَحيم
Has gone, and left my heart enshrouded in gloom
As if the fires of Hell had lit its tomb.
مَحاسن في الثَرى غابَت فَأَضحت
بطون الترب مِنها في نَعيم
The earth has claimed graces that adorned this life,
Though in its soil they dwell in tranquil strife.
وَأَفعال بِها تَسمو المَعالي
جَرى فيها عَلى نَهج قَويم
His deeds raised virtues high in special ways,
And shone as models for ensuing days.
تورثها لآباء كِرام
وَطيب عَناصر وَزكاء خيم
Sires of honour pass them on so their line
Thrives on virtuous deeds and teachings fine.
سَنَبكي صالِحاً بِفُؤاد حُزن
وَدَمع مِن نَواظرنا سَجيم
With grieving hearts we'll weep for one so good,
Our streaming tears a long somber flood.
وَما يُجدي البُكاء عَلى فَقيد
وَما يغني النواح عَلى عَديم
For one departed tears bring no relief.
Dirges for the lost assuage no grief.
وَلَكن حرقة في الصَدر تَجري
عصارتها مِن القَلب السَقيم
Yet burning in the breast hot tears will course
From anguished heart their bitter force.
فَلا زالت سجال العَفو تهمي
عَلَيهِ مِن نَدى رَب كَريم
God's mercy ever flows compassionate.
It is a noble gift, a bounty great.
أَلا من مبلغ عَنا أباه
خَليلاً فَهوَ ذو قَلب سَليم
Deliver him this message, stalwart friend,
If you've a heart that's virtuous to the end:
تَصبر وَاحتسب لِلّه شبلاً
أَناخَ بِمربع الرَب العَليم
With fortitude, Shabal, his loss withstand,
Rest in the care of God's almighty hand.
وَكُن بِالأَجر مُغتبطاً معافى
وَإِن أَصبَحت في خَطبٍ جَسيم
Though heavy blows should on you worthless fall,
Let promised rewards your spirit recall.
حَباكَ اللَه في الدارين فَضلاً
وَلُطفاً مِن لدن صَمَد حَليم
God blessed you in both worlds with favours much,
With grace and mercy from His throne you touch.
لَهُ الغُفران في التاريخ زاد
يُبشره بِجَنات النَعيم
Forgiveness fills your history's brightest page,
It ushers you to Paradise's stage.
