قِف بِالمَنازِل إِن الدَمع مدرار
وَابك الطلول فَإِن القَوم قَد ساروا
Stop at the dwellings though the tears are flowing
And weep for the ruins though the tribe has marched on
خلاك ذم فَإِن العيس قَد حذيت
أخفافها بسهاد فوقه نار
You were left behind, so weep as the camel litter
Drags its trailing skirts with a bier on its back
تَهوى السرى فَكَأن السير راحتها
وَإِن أَطرافها يا صاح أَوتار
It wanders freely as though the journey has eased it
Yet its extremities, O my friend, are strings drawn taut
تَطير في الدو مِن شَوق فَلا عَجَب
فَقَد يَكون مِن الأَنعام أَطيار
It circles in pain, filled with longing, no wonder
Beasts of burden can sometimes show wings in flight
شرودة عَن بقاع الماء مائلة
عَن الكلاء فَلا يلغى لَها دار
Lost from the watering holes, turning from the pasture
No home left for it, though home be ordained and bound
فَتلك أَحشاؤها في الجوف ضامرة
قَد زانَها خمص مِنها وَإضمار
Its guts within are shriveled, wasted
Adorned only by the red dye of its girth
لا تَتقي الحزن إِن حزن أَلَم بِها
وَلَو أَلَم بِها في السير سنجار
Do not be shy of sorrow if grief assails you
Not even if in your course it is Sañjar brings this grief
وَمُذ تَبينت الأَقوام حَلَّ بِها
مِن السُرور عَلامات وَأَسرار
Ever since it came to me, signs of joy have filled me
A wondrous people, whose fame the world sings loud
قَوم كِرام علت في الناس رُتبتهم
وَكل شَخص لَهُ حَد وَمقدار
Noble souls, highest ranked among all mankind
Each one fenced about, of worth firmly defined
شوس مِن المَجد قَد طابَت عَناصرهم
صَغيرهم في الوَغى كَالليث مغوار
Proud in glory, their natures now purified
The least of them, attacked, a roaring lion in war
سود المَلابس أَقوام شعارهم
في الحَرب حم كَم لِلّه أَنصار
Dark blue their raiment, their creed one of courage
Before God they stand, countless are His true helpers
أَنواء جود كِرام في رِحابهم
للضَيف وَالسَيف إِيراد وَاصدار
Seas of munificence, in their precincts
Guests find largesse, swords have their measure prescribed
بحار علم لَقَد تَمت فَضائلهم
خَزائن الحَق وَالتَحقيق ابرار
Oceans of knowledge, their virtues utter perfection
Treasuries of truth and enlightenment, pious and just
رُهبان لَيل فَسل إِن كُنت مُختبراً
تجبك يا صاح أبكار وأسحار
Monks of the night, ask them and they will reveal it
Dawn songs, dusk songs, that bring virgin songs to your ears
قَد عمروا بِكتاب اللَه دورهُم
لا قينة رَقصت فيها وَمزمار
They have built their homes by God's book, nothing profane
No flute girl dances, no wail of pipes stirs the air
كَفاهم شَرَفاً إِذ كانَ سَيدهم
مَولى بِهِ شرفت ريف وَأمصار
By their own glory they are content, for their lord
Is he who gave glory to country and town
محمد مَن لَهُ في كُل مَرتبة
شَماء رَسم وَآيات وَآثار
Muhammad is he, at each rank having his impress
His signs and his marks are the true guide for all
مصباح فَضل لِذا تهدى الأَنام بِه
كَأَنَّهُ علم في رَأسه نار
Lamp of grace he, and by him men find their way
As if on his head there glowed a brand, a towering flame
بَدر أَضاءت بِهِ الأَكناف وَابتهجت
فَفي مَسالكها نور وَأَنوار
A moon shedding light on the land, bringing joy everywhere
On its tracks, rays to illumine the dark
كنز بِهِ الدر مَرفوع المَنار وَكَم
تَنويره قَد أَنارت مِنهُ أَبصار
Treasure raising the pearl flag aloft, how many
Eyes found their sight by the light that he sparked
لأَنَّهُ الصَدر قَد عمت هِدايته
وَفي وقايته كَم عمرت دار
For he is breast filled with wisdom, his protection
Has caused many a house to be richly adorned
ذَخيرة كَم حَوَت في العلم مِن درر
وَقنية الفَضل لا تبر وَدينار
A trove, knowledge's wealth past all counting within
No coin or dinar weighs up to his store
قاري الهِداية لا الأَشباه تشبهه
سل الفصول فَما في الفَضل إنكار
Unerring guide, no likeness resembles
Ask the seasons, they grant him fathomless lore
خُلاصة الحَق قَد سارَت فَوائده
عِماد مَن لا لَهُ كَهف وَأَنصار
Quintessence of truth, bounties streaming behind him
Refuge for those whom no cavern could guard
فَذاكَ جَوهرة الدُنيا وَخيرتها
معين من ساءه الداني أَو الجار
Essence of earth, its treasure and very best part
Succor for those whom no friend could award
بَحر فَما النَهر إِلا مِن جَداوله
فاشرب مِن البَحر إِن ساءَتكَ أَنهار
A sea whom the rivers are merely the drops that it casts
So quaff from the sea if the streams leave you parched
خَير النَبيين كَهف المُستَجير إِذا
أولو الجَهالة في أَفعالهم جاروا
Best prophet, cavern of refuge for those
Whom ignorance drives into wrongdoing and sin
هُوَ المَلاذ لِمَن وافاه مُنزَعِجاً
مِن حادث فَوقه حمل وَقنطار
He is haven for those whom misfortune has shaken
Borne down by a burden no shoulders can bear
لِذاكَ لذت بِهِ مِن حادث نَشبت
في الجلد منهُ مَخاليب وَأَظفار
So I yearn for him, misfortune's claws in my skin
Raking deep with the slash of its talons
خلص فَديتك جلدي مِن مَخالبه
وَاستر عَلي فَإِن اللَه سَتار
Set me free of its grip, let my skin be spared
Protect me, God protects all that we fear
وَارفع بِحقك هَذا الخَطب إِن لَهُ
في القَلب ناراً وَفي جسمي لَهُ نار
Lift from me with your truth this affliction
My heart is afire and my body is seared
أَزكى الصَلاة عَلى قَبر حللت بِهِ
فَكَم بِهِ حَل آيات وَأَسرار
Most precious the prayer that is said o'er the tomb
That has brought revelations beyond all compare
ثُمَ السَلام عَلى دار حللت بِها
هنيت بِالمُصطَفى المُختار يا دار
Peace on the house, for in it lies he
Whom God chose above all others, peace be there
