لَبِستُ الوَغى قَبلَ ثَوبِ الغُبارِ
وَقارَعتُ بِالنَصلِ قَبلَ الغِرارِ
I wore war before the garb of dust
And struck with the sword before the raids
وَأُسدٍ إِذا شَعَرَت بِالحَمامِ
رَأَت عَيشَها خَلفَ ذاكَ الشِعارِ
Like a lion, when it senses doves
It sees its living behind that mane
طِوالِ الخُدودِ قِصارِ الحُقودِ
رِواءِ الشَفارِ ظِماءِ المِهارِ
With slender cheeks, short in grievance
Quenching thirst, skilled in thrust
وَمُنتَجِعينَ دِيارَ العَدُوِّ
في كُلِّ مُضطَرِمٍ ذي أُوارِ
And taking refuge in the abodes of the enemy
In every flaming firebrand
بِسُمرٍ مُثَقَّفَةٍ لِلطِعانِ
وَجُردٍ مُسَوَّمَةٍ لِلغِوارِ
With brown spears for piercing
And naked swords for slashing
وَيَومٍ خَتَمنا عَلَيهِ الرَدى
وَقَد فُضَّ عَنهُ خِتامُ الذِمارِ
And a day we sealed it with perdition
As its seal of discord was undone
تَصيدُ قُلوبَ الأَعادي بِهِ
صُدورُ القَنا وَهيَ هيمٌ ضَوارِ
Hunting the hearts of enemies with it
The chests of spears, roaring, furious
إِذا سَتَرَ النَقعُ آثارَها
هَتَكنَ الضَمائِرَ عَن كُلِّ ثارِ
As if they advanced with chests of swords
We clothed our spears in robes of blood
قُلوبُهُمُ بِذُيولِ الحِمامِ
مِن وَقعِ أَطرافِها في عِثارِ
While we in them are disgraced
I used to drag the train of my gown
وَتَجهَرُ بِالمَوتِ أَرواحُهُم
وَسُمرُ القَنا مَعَها في سِرارِ
Deprecation would not raise my waistband
So I became, before the descent of censure
وَقَد وَرَدوا بِصُدورِ الرِماحِ
كَما صَدَروا بِصُدورِ الشِفارِ
Confessing, patient to rebuke
Oh how many mornings in love of the sublime
كَسَونا قَنانا ثِيابَ الدِماءِ
وَنَحنُ مِنَ العارِ فيها عَوارِ
And a newborn destrier, a suckling colt
Far from glory, near to might
لَقَد كُنتُ أَسحَبُ بُردَ الشِماسِ
لا يَرفَعُ العَذلُ مُرخى إِزاري
A friend of hands, a foe of the delicate
A gallant whose dreams are not sullied
فَأَصبَحتُ قَبلَ نُزولِ العِذارِ
مُعتَرِفاً صابِراً لِلعِذارِ
By the delusion of hands of the blind
Who tears the cloak of darkness with steeds
أَلا رُبَّ صَبٍّ بِحُبِّ العُلى
وَلَيدِ المَطايا رَضيعِ السِفارِ
And rends the breast of daylight with horses
When the torrent of generosity floods
بَعيدَ المَعالي قَريبِ العَوالي
صَديقِ الأَيادي عَدُوِّ النُضارِ
His hands snatch a torrent of bounty
When the emaciation of hopes grazes
فَتىً لا يُعَفَّرُ أَحلامَهُ
غِرارُ التَصابي بِأَيدي العُقارِ
In the meadow of his bounty, it becomes healthy
And how many wishes were granted through his bounty
يُمَزَّقُ بِالعيسِ جَيبَ الدُجى
وَيَهتِكُ بِالخَيلِ صَدرَ النَهارِ
The bounty of his brown spear in the battle
And whoever craved in the wake of hope
إِذا غاضَ مارُ النَدى أَسلَبَت
يَداهُ بِمارٍ مِنَ الجودِ جارِ
Spent the night in the shelter of his bounty
As your heart settled, O son of Husain
إِذا ما رَعَت في رُبى جودِهِ
هِزالُ الأَماني غَدَت كَالشَبارِ
From longing and eyes of the empty wilderness
With the birth of Radiant, you gave her
وَكَم نَدِيَت مِن نَداهُ المُنى
نَدى سُمرِهِ بِالنَجيعِ المُمارِ
The full moons after concealment
Her causes were jealous of her beauty
وَمَن كُنَّ يَهوينَ خَلفَ الرِجاءِ
فَأَمسَينَ مِن جودِهِ في قَرارِ
So next to her, their causes were captive
It is no wonder you see the likes of her
كَما قَرَّ قَلبُكَ يا اِبنَ الحُسَي
نِ مِن شَوقِهِ وَعُيونِ الفَخارِ
While your origin is generosity abounding
Hearts have lavished upon her their blackness
بِمَولِدِ غَرّاءَ أَعطَيتَها
بُدُوَّ الأَهِلَّةِ بَعدَ السِرارِ
And joy was among the strewing
Had time been just we would not be content
أَغارَت عَلى الحُسنِ أَسبابُها
فَأَسبابُهُ عِندَها في إِسارِ
With less than the hearts of brilliant stars
It is there, by them, that Allah has made
وَلا عَجَبٌ أَن تَرى مِثلَها
وَزِندُكَ في كَرَمِ العِرقِ واري
The chests of spears sing in lofty groves
And revived through them your glory of yore
نَثَرنَ عَلَيها سَوادَ القُلوبِ
وَكانَ الهَنا في خِلالِ النِثارِ
And repelled through them all disgrace and shame
And the turbans of a people bowed through them
وَلَو أَنصَفَ الدَهرُ لَم نَقتَنِع
بِغَيرِ قُلوبِ النُجومِ الدَراري
As they are honor for head veils
So it suffices you this pride in praise
هَناكَ بِها اللَهُ ما غَرَّدَت
صُدورُ القَنا في أَعالي نِزارِ
Even if the water of glory ebbs in praise
It visits you among the hearts of foes
وَأَحيا بِها لَكَ مَيتَ العُلى
وَأَردى بِها كُلَّ عابٍ وَعارِ
So it severs them in the chain of shrines
Your palm of glory became, from my praise,
وَذَلَّت عَمائِمُ قَومٍ بِها
كَما أَنَّها شَرَفٌ لِلخِمارِ
Its bracelets circling in anklets
فَحَسبُكَ فَخرٌ بِهَذا المَديحِ
وَإِن غاضَ في المَدحِ ماءُ اِفتِخاري
يَزورُكَ بَينَ قُلوبِ العُداةِ
فَيَقطَعُها في اِتِّصالِ المَزارِ
غَدَت كَفُّ مَجدِكَ مِن مَدحَتي
تَجولُ مَعاصِمُها في سِوارِ
