بِمَجالِ عَزمي يُملَأُ المَلَوانِ
وَتَضَلَّ فيهِ بَوائِقُ الأَزمانِ
With my determination the horizons fill
And in it the passages of time meander
عَزمٌ رَضيعُ لِبانِ أَطرافِ القَنا
في حَيثُ يَرضَعُ مِن نَجيعِ لَبانِ
A tender determination suckling the teats of spearheads
Where it suckles the pure milk of resoluteness
كَم مِن حَشى خَطبٍ شَقَقتُ ضَميرَهُ
وَأَرَقتُ في دَمِهِ دَمَ الأَضغانِ
How many fiery sermons have I split open their conscience
And shed in their blood the blood of agonies
وَاللَيلُ مُنخَرِقُ القَميصِ عَنِ الضُحى
قَد كِدتُ أَرقَعُهُ بِنَقعِ حِصاني
And the night tearing its shirt from the dawn
I almost mended it with the striking of my horse
وَكَأَنَّ أَنجُمَهُ وُجوهُ خَرائِدٍ
سُتِرَت مِنَ القَصطالِ بِالأَردانِ
And its stars appear to be the faces of warriors
Veiled by helmets with chin straps
وَخَرَجتُ عَن أَعجازِهِ مِن بَعدِ ما
جَذَبَ النُعاسُ عَمائِمَ الرُكبانِ
And I emerged at the rear of their ranks after
Drowsiness had seized the turbans of the riders
في مَهمَهٍ صَقَلَ المُحولُ مُتونَهُ
لَم يَصدَ قَطُّ بَوابِلٍ هَتّانِ
In a skirmish, the expert polished its blades
It never desisted from abundant showers of blows
أَرضٌ حَصانٌ مِن مُلامَسَةِ الحَيا
وَالأَرضُ تَحمَدُ مِنهُ غَيرَ حَصانِ
A land is a horse from the touch of life
And the land praises it unlike any horse
ثُمَّ اِرتَمَت بِالغَيثِ فيهِ غَمامَةٌ
وَسَقَت غَليلَ الجَدبِ بِالتَهتانِ
Then with the rain a small cloud drizzled over it
And quenched the thirst of barrenness with sprinkling
فَطَوى الحَيا بُردَ النُحولِ وَنَشَّرَت
رِمَمُ الصَعيدِ غَدائِرَ الأَغصانِ
So the live folded the coolness of emaciation and blossomed
The rags of the plain below the branches
وَكَأَنَّ أَنفاسَ الصِبا في حُجرِها
يَسفَحنَ دَمعَ المُزنِ في الحُجرانِ
And it seemed the breaths of the morning breeze in its embrace
Spill tears of sorrow into the ponds
دَمعاً إِذا ما فاضَ صَوَّرَ أَعيُناً
حَيثُ اِستَقَرَّ بِهِ مِنَ الغُدرانِ
A tear, when it overflowed, depicted eyes
Where it settled among the betrayals
وَتُريكَ مِن أَوراقِهِنَّ أَهِلَّةً
تَحتَ الغَزالَةِ شُرَّدَ الغِزلانِ
And you see among its leaves does roaming
Below the gazelle the fawns scattered
وَلَكَم عَقَدتُ عُرّى الخِطابِ بِخُطبَةٍ
حَلَّت بِفَيصَلِها عُرى الحِدثانِ
And how many knots of rhetoric have I tied with a sermon
Which untied by its decisiveness the knots of events
لي هِمَّةٌ أَقطَعنَها قِصَدَ القَنا
في قَصدِ يَومَي مَعرَكٍ وَرِهانِ
I have an ambition I have set out to meet at the spearheads
In pursuit of a day of struggle and wager
لَو حارَبَت أُفقَ السَماءِ لِفَرَّقَت
بَينَ الثُرَيّا فيهِ وَالدَبَرانِ
If it fought the horizon of the sky it would separate
Between the Pleiades in it and the tail of Scorpio
عُنوانُ بِأَسي أَن يَصولَ مُهَنَّدي
وَرَدى عَدُوّي أَن يَطولَ لِساني
The title of my heroism is that my song rants
And the shame of my enemy is that my tongue is long
لا تَجمَعَنّي وَالزَمانَ فَإِنَّهُ
عَودٌ يَحُكُّ جِرانَهُ بِجِراني
Do not join me with time, for it
Is a rod that scratches its pair with its pair
إِنّي لَأَلحَظُ ذا الأَنامَ مُجانِباً
عَن مُقلَةٍ وَحشِيَةِ الإِنسانِ
I observe this world shunning
An abode and the desolation of mankind
أَسطو بِجَأشِ فَتىً يُفَرِّقُ سَيفُهُ
جَيشَ الحِمامِ إِذا التَقى الجَمعانِ
I pace with the fervor of a knight whose sword
Splits the flock of doves when the groups meet
مِن آلِ عَدنانَ الَّذينَ كَفاهُمُ
أَنَّ اِبنَ موسى مِن بَني عَدنانِ
Of the kin of Adnan whom it sufficed
That the son of Moses is from the sons of Adnan
النازِلينَ إِذا تَقارَعَتِ القَنا
وَالبيضُ خارِجَةٌ عَنِ الأَجفانِ
Descending when the spears collide
And the whites of their eyes burst from their eyelids
يَحشونَ أَحشاءَ الوِفاضِ إِذا هُمُ اِح
تَزَموا بِفَضلِ ذَوائِبِ الشُجعانِ
Cramming the mouths of valleys when they are aroused
United by the excellence of the brave
لَبِسوا العَمائِمَ مُذ رَأوا أَسيافَهُم
أَبَداً تُذِلُّ مَعاقِدَ التيجانِ
They wore turbans after they saw their swords
Will ever humiliate the crowns of kings
يَإِذا الحُسَينُ دَعاهُمُ بِجِيادِهِم
حُشِدَت إِلَيهِ مُصِرَّةَ الآذانِ
Whenever Hussein called them with his steeds
Their ears were crowded in obedience to him
مُتَواتِراتٍ في الطُلوعِ مُغيرَةً
لَفظَ السَواغِبِ مِن نَوى قُرّانِ
Frequent in rising, transforming,
The words of eloquence from honest resolutions
لَيثٌ بِهِ سَفَكَ الطَعانُ دَمَ القَنا
بِدِماءِ أَهلِ الشِركِ وَالطُغيانُ
A lion through whom the spears shed the blood of spears
With the blood of the people of polytheism and oppression
لَمّا فَزِعنَ مِنَ التَحَطُّمِ في الطُلى
جَعَلَ القُلوبَ تَمائِمَ الخِرصانِ
When they were terrified by the breaking in the assaults
He made hearts the amulets of breastplates
لَولاهُ ما طُبِعَت ظُبىً لَتَقارُعٍ
أَبَداً وَلا قُطِعَت قَناً لِطِعانِ
Were it not for him, the wolf would not be imprinted for contention
Nor would the spear be cut off for a stabber
لِلَّهِ يَومُكَ في غُوَيثٍ إِنَّهُ
يَومٌ بِهِ يُشجى بَنو غَيلانِ
By God, your day at Ghadir, it is a day
In which the sons of Ghaylan are enflamed
بِالحِصنِ إِذ دَعَتِ القَنا خِرصانَها
وَتَحَصَّنَت في أَنفُسِ الفُرسانِ
With the fortress, when the spears summoned their breastplates
And took refuge in the souls of the horsemen
غاضَت مِياهُ وُجوهِهِم خَوفَ الرَدى
فَكَأَنَّها فاضَت إِلى الأَجفانِ
The waters of their faces diminished in fear of devastation
So it was as if they spilled into the eyelids
صَبَّحتَهُم بِيَدٍ تُطَوِّحُ بِالظُبى
وَيَدٍ تَدُقُّ عَوالِيَ المُرّانِ
You woke them with a hand that topples with the wolves
And a hand that pounds on the tops of lances
لُدناً تَهُزُّ طَعينَها فَتَخالُهُ
في الطَعنِ وَثّاباً إِلى الأَقرانِ
Sinewy, shaking its blade, taking it
In stabbing, and recurrent to the kinsmen
قَطَّعتَ أَنفاسَ الحِمامِ بِجَريِها
حَتّى كَبا في الهامِ وَالأَبدانِ
You cut off the breaths of the doves in its course
Until they fell into madness and bodies
فَكَأَنَّما الأَرماحُ ضَلَّت في الوَغى
حَتّى اِنثَنَت تَستافُ كُلَّ جَنانِ
As if the spears went astray in the fray
Until they bent, dodging every wing
وَالخَيلُ تَعثُرُبَينَ أَطرافِ القَنا
مَصبوغَةً بِدَمِ القُلوبِ الآني
And the horses stumbling between the tips of the spears
Dyed with the blood of sincere hearts
سَتَرَ السِهامُ فُروجَها فَكَأَنَّما اِد
دَرَعَت إِلَيكَ مَدارِعَ الظِلمانِ
The arrows concealed their feathers so it was as if
They armed themselves for you with the darkness of night
لَو أَنَّ أَنفاسَ الرِياحِ تَصاعَدَت
في نَقعِها طارَت مَعَ العِقبانِ
If the breaths of the winds rose
In its pounding, they would have flown with the vultures
خُضتَ الظَلامَ إِلَيهِمُ بِسَنابِكٍ
خاضَت قُلوبَ مَواقِدِ النيرانِ
You penetrated the darkness toward them with columns
That probed the hearts of the fires
وَفَرَيتَ وَفرَةَ لَيلِهِم بِصَوارِمِ
وَصَلَت عُرى الإِصباحِ بِاللَمَعانِ
And you frightened them an awful fright in their night with swords
And joined the bonds of dawn with flashes
حَسَرَ الدُجى فَنَصَبتَ أَعناقَ العِدا
قُبَلاً لِنَيلِ رَواكِعِ الشَريانِ
The darkness submitted and you set up the necks of the enemies
Facing the attainment of subjugated ones
فَتَرَكتَهُم صَرعى بِكُلِّ مَفازَةٍ
وَكَأَنَّما صُعِقوا عَلى الأَذقانِ
So you left them lifeless in every desolate place
And it was as if they were thunderstruck on the chins
تُخفي النُسورُ بِزَفِّها أَجسادَهُم
عَن ناظِرِ الرَيبالِ وَالسِرحانِ
The eagles hide their bodies with their descent
From the sights of the fox and the falcon
نَبَثَت مَناسِرُها الجِراحَ كَأَنَّها
بِالنَبثِ تَسبُرُ وَقعَ كُلِّ سِنانِ
Their claws ripped open the wounds as if
With ripping they probe the impact of every fang
حَتّى رَجَعتَ بِفِتيَةٍ قَصَفوا القَنا
وَرَمَوا بِكُلِّ حَنِيَّةٍ مِرنانِ
Until you returned with youths who pulverized the spears
And threw with every skillful flexible sword
لَو أَمكَنوا وَصَلوا بِكُلِّ مُثَقَّفٍ
يَسِمُ الطُلى في الطَعنِ كُلَّ بَنانِ
If they were able and reached every cultivated one
Who in stabbing poisons every bane
أُسدٌ بَرى الإِسادُ نَحضَ جِيادِهِم
بِالكَرِّ وَالتَضرابِ وَالتَطعانِ
A lion whom the lions copied, their steeds
Incited with attack, strike, and stab
لَو عُقِّدَت بَعضاً بِبَعضٍ في السُرى
كانَت لَهُ بَدَلاً مِنَ الأَرسانِ
If they were tied together in the battle
They would be for him a replacement for citadels
يَهني بَني عَدنانَ وَقعَتُكَ الَّتي
جَذَبَت بِضَبعِ الدينِ وَالإيمانِ
Your event, O son of Adnan, which
Pulled with the wolf of religion and faith
لَو لَم تُحَلَّ طُلى الأَعادي عَقَّدوا
بِعُرى القُلوبِ سَبائِبَ الأَحزانِ
If the cutting blades of the enemies were not loosened they would have tied
With the bonds of hearts the saddlebags of sorrows
قُدها فَغُرَّتُها مِنَ الكَلِمِ الجَني
وَحُجولُها مِن صَنعَةٍ وَمَعانِ
Its string was tied so its knots were from honest speech
And its bags were from a craft and meanings
هِيَ نُطفَةٌ رَقرَقتُها مِن خاطِري
بَيضاءُ تَنقَعُ غُلَّةَ الظَمآنِ
It is a seed I speckled it from my conscience
White oozing the thickness of thirst
