أَتى نَعيُ مَلكٍ أَظلَمَ الشَمسُ وَالقَمَر
لَهُ وَوَهى عِقدُ الكَواكِبِ فَاِنتَثَر
News came of a king's death; the sun and moon grew dark
The death of a king was announced, the sun and moon darkened
For him, and the necklace of stars slackened and scattered.
The celestial bodies' orbit faltered and scattered
وَأَبدى بِشَرقِ الأَرضِ وَالغَربِ رَجفَةً
تَطَأطَأَ مِنها كُلُّ ما طالَ وَاِشمَخَر
And it brought a tremor to the earth's east and west,
And tremors overtook the east and west of earth
At which all that rose high and towered bowed down.
Everything tall and lofty bowed down
وَعُطِّلَتِ البيضُ الصِفاحُ وَأُهمِلَت
مُتونُ العَوالي في الكِفاحِ مِنَ الأَطَر
And the gleaming broad blades lay idle, and neglected were
The polished swords and mighty tomes were neglected
The shafts of tall spears, unbent in combat.
In the struggle, eyes' tears nearly effaced the kohl
وَكادَت دُموعُ العَينِ تَمحو الحُجولَ مِن
جَنائِبِهِ مِن لَوعَةِ الحُزنِ وَالغُرَر
And the eye's tears nearly effaced the white stockings of
From their lids, in bitter grief and calamity
His led horses—and their forehead blazes—in grief's anguish.
The cross of polytheism's shackles were undone
وَفُكَّ صَليبُ الشِركِ مِن قَيدِ أَسرِهِ
وَزُلزِلَ عَرشُ المُلكِ مِن بَعدِ ما اِستَقَر
And the cross of polytheism was freed from the fetter of its captivity,
The throne of the kingdom shook, after stability
And the throne of kingship shook after it had stood firm.
Though his death brought joy to every believer
لَئِن سَرَّ ناعيهِ به كُلَّ مُؤمِنٍ
لَقَد سَرَّ لا أَهلاً بِهِ كُلَّ مَن كَفَر
If his death-herald gladdened every believer with the news,
It also brought misery to every disbeliever
He surely gladdened—no welcome to him—everyone who disbelieved.
He announced the death of the lion amidst fierce Ashwas
نَعى اللَيثَ في ثِنيَي مُفاضَةِ أَشوَسٍ
شَديدَ القُوى دامي الأَظافِرِ بِالظَّفَر
He announced a lion's death, within the folds of a fierce warrior's ample mail,
Powerful, bloody taloned, triumphant in war
Mighty in strength, his claws bloodied by victory.
Why blame the Muslims for their grief
وَكَيفَ يُلامُ المُسلِمونَ عَلى الأَسى
وَقَد عَدِمَ الإِسلامُ ناصِرَهُ عُمَر
And how can Muslims be blamed for sorrow,
When Islam lost its champion for life?
When Islam has lost its champion, Umar?
He pried open the gates of disbelief by force
أَباحَ ثُغورَ الكُفرِ بِالسَيفِ عَنوَةً
وَسَدَّ ثُغورَ السِلمِ بِالطَعنِ في الثَغَر
He laid open unbelief's frontiers with the sword, by force,
And blocked the gates of peace by stabbing in the throat
And sealed peace's frontiers with spear-thrusts into mouths.
The victorious king hoped to kill him in battle
رَجا قَتلَهُ المَلكُ المُظَفَّرُ في الوَغى
شَهيداً وَنارُ الحَربِ طائِرَةُ الشَرَر
King al-Muzaffar hoped to be slain in battle,
A martyr, amidst the burning sparks of war
A martyr, while the fire of war sent sparks flying.
But one gets only what Allah decreed
وَلَيسَ يَنالُ المَرءَ شَيءٌ سِوى الَّذي
قَضاهُ قَضاءُ اللَهِ في الخَلقِ وَالبَشَر
And nothing befalls a man except what
In fate, for all people and mankind
God's decree has ordained for creation and humankind.
He would face the blades with his face
لَقَد كانَ يَلقى المُرهَفاتِ بِوَجهِهِ
وَسُمرَ القَنا بِالصَدرِ في الوِردِ وَالصَدَر
Indeed, he would meet sharpened blades with his face,
And the spears with his chest, in fray and attack
And brown lances with his breast, in advance and withdrawal.
Their hands would tremble with awe of him
وَتُرعِشُ أَيديهِم مَهابَتُهُ فَما
لِضَربِهِم وَالطَعنِ في جِسمِهِ أَثَر
And the awe he inspired made their hands tremble, so no
Their blows and stabs had no effect on his body
Trace of their blows and thrusts marked his body.
He would drive back the great army alone
وَكانَ يَرُدّ الجَحفَلَ المَجرَ وَحدَهُ
يَمَسّونَ بِالأَيدي الظُهورَ مِنَ الخَوَر
And alone he would drive back the massive host,
They touched only his back as he retreated
They felt their backs with their hands out of faintheartedness.
When the Ayyubid king submitted, we were not
إِذا سَلِمَ المَلكُ ابنُ أَيّوبَ لَم نُبَل
بِمَن باشَرَتهُ الحادِثاتُ مِنَ البَشَر
If the king, Ibn Ayyub, remains safe, we care not
Impacted by worldly events and people
For any mortal whom calamities have touched.
Indeed, Salahuddin was refuge for the faith
وَإِنَّ صَلاحَ الدينِ لِلدينِ مَوئِلٌ
وَرُكنٌ شَديدٌ عاصِمٌ حينَ لا وَزَر
And indeed Salah al-Din is a refuge for the faith,
A firm pillar, protecting when none took responsibility
And a strong pillar, a protector when there is no shelter.
Truly, all prey is found amongst the creation
أَجَل إِنَّ كُلَّ الصَيدِ يوجَدُ في الفَرى
فَأَينَ لِحِزبِ الشِّركِ مِن حَربِهِ المَفَر
Yes, all game is found in the wild ass;
So where can the party of polytheism escape his war?
Where, then, can the faction of polytheism flee from his war?
The existence of Salahuddin, over all things lost
بَقاءُ صَلاحِ الدينِ مِن كُلِّ فائِتٍ
لَنا عِوَضٌ فَاِصبِر فَطوبى لِمَن صَبَر
The survival of Salah al-Din, for every loss,
Is solace, so be patient - blessed is the patient one
Is compensation for us; be patient—blessed is whoever endures.
People before us left their loved ones
فَقَد فارَقَ الناسُ الأَحِبَّةَ قَبلَنا
وَأَعيا دَواءُ المَوتِ في البَدوِ وَالحَضَر
For people have parted from loved ones before us,
And death's cure failed, in both country and city
And a cure for death has proved elusive among nomads and townsfolk.
Take comfort, though comfort lessens grief
عَزاءً وَإِن عَزَّ العَزاءُ فَما الأَسى
بِمُجدٍ وَلا يُغني البُكاءُ وَلا الحَذَر
Seek consolation, though consolation is hard to find, for grief is not
No glory in weeping or caution avails
Of any avail; neither weeping nor caution helps.
Sol 6.1