أَلَم تُكسَفِ الشَمسُ وَالبَدرُ وَالـ
ـكَواكِبُ لِلجَبَلِ الواجِبِ
Did not the sun, moon, and stars darken
For this noble mountain's loss?
لِفَقدِ فَضالَةَ لا تَستَوي الـ
ـفُقودُ وَلا خَلَّةُ الذاهِبِ
No absence equals that of the virtuous,
Nor any separation of one gone.
أَلَهفاً عَلى حُسنِ أَخلاقِهِ
عَلى الجابِرِ العَظمِ وَالحارِبِ
Yearning for his fair character,
For the mighty, valiant warrior.
عَلى الأَروَعِ السَقبِ لَو أَنَّهُ
يَقومُ عَلى ذِروَةِ الصاقِبِ
For the handsomest of the eloquent, had he
Stood atop the highest summit.
لَأَصبَحَ رَتماً دُقاقَ الحَصى
كَمَتنِ النَبِيِّ مِنَ الكاثِبِ
He'd become a pounding mill for gravel
Like the Prophet's staff on the rock.
وَرَقبَتِهِ حَتَماتِ المُلو
كِ بَينَ السُرادِقِ وَالحاجِبِ
His neck the kings' pavilions
Between canopy and eyebrow.
وَيَكفي المَقالَةَ أَهلَ الرِجا
لِ غَيرَ مَعيبٍ وَلا عائِبِ
His words suffice the men of merit
Without fault or objector.
وَيَحبو الخَليلَ بِخَيرِ الحِبا
ءِ غَيرَ مُكِبٍّ وَلا قاطِبِ
He loved his friend with the best love
Without bent or deviation.
بِرأَسِ النَجيبَةِ وَالعَبدِ وَالـ
ـوَليدَةِ كَالجُؤذُرِ الكاعِبِ
By the noble's, slave's, and infant's heads
Like a lofty, growing palm tree.
وَبِالأُدمِ تُحدى عَلَيها الرِحا
لُ وَبِالشَولِ في الفَلَقِ العاشِبِ
Against it the freeborn compete,
And the gallant in the lively meadow.
فَمَن يَكُ ذا نائِلٍ يَسعَ مِن
فَضالَةَ في أَثَرٍ لاحِبِ
Who then can attain some favour
From a trace left by the beloved?
هُوَ الواهِبُ العِلقَ عَينَ النَفيـ
ـسِ وَالمُتَعَلِّي عَلى الواهِبِ
He's the Giver, the intimate of the soul,
Exalted above the Giver Himself.
نَجيحٌ مَليحٌ أَخو مَأقِطٍ
نِقابٌ يُحَدِّثُ بِالغائِبِ
Successful, beautiful, Abū Ma'qid's brother,
A veil relating tales of the absent one.
فَأَبرَحتَ في كُلِّ خَيرٍ فَما
يُعاشِرُ سَعيَكَ مِن طالِبِ
You've set out in every good, so none
Can equal your effort, seeker.
