أَلا أَيُّها القَومُ الَّذينَ أَتاهُمُ
غَداةَ ثَوى الجَرّاحُ إِحدى العَظايِمِ
O people upon whom there came,
on the morning al-Jarrah died, one of the gravest calamities!
إِلى مَن يُلَوّي بَعدَهُ الهامُ إِذ ثَوى
حَيا الناسِ وَالقَرمِ الَّذي لِلمَراجِمِ
To whom will heads turn after him, now that there lies dead
the people’s refuge, the mighty chief in battle?
رَفيقُ نَبِيِّ اللَهِ في الغُرفَةِ الَّتي
إِلَيها اِنتَهى مِن عَيشِهِ كُلُّ ناعِمِ
Now companion to God’s Prophet in the lofty chamber
to which, when his life is done, every man who lives at ease must come.
وَماتَ مَعَ الجَرّاحِ مَن يَحشُدُ القِرى
وَمَن يَضرِبُ الأَبطالَ فَوقَ الجَماجِمِ
With al-Jarrah died the man who amassed guest-fare,
and he who struck champions upon their skulls.
فَما تَرَكَ الجَرّاحُ إِذ ماتَ بَعدَهُ
مُجيراً عَلى الأَيّامِ ذاتِ الجَرائِمِ
When al-Jarrah died, he left no one after him
to grant refuge against days fraught with grievous wrongs,
إِذا اِلتَقَتِ الأَقرانُ وَالخَيلُ وَاِلتَقَت
أَسِنَّتُها بَينَ الذُكورِ الصَلادِمِ
when peer-warriors and cavalry met, and when
their spearheads crossed among the stalwart fighting men.
وَمَن بَعدَهُ تَدعو النِساءُ إِذا سَعَت
وَقَد رَفَعَت عَنهُ ذُيولَ المَخادِمِ
Whom after him will women call upon when one flees,
lifting her trailing hems clear of her anklets?
وَكانَ إِلى الجَرّاحِ يَسعى إِذا رَأَت
حِياضَ المَنايا عَينُهُ كُلُّ جارِمِ
Every offender would hasten to al-Jarrah whenever
his eye beheld the watering pools of death.
وَقَد عَلِمَ الساعي إِلَيهِ لِيَعطِفَن
لَهُ حَبلَ مَنّاعٍ مِنَ الخَوفِ سالِمِ
For anyone hastening to him knew that he would surely extend
to him an impregnable rope, safe from fear.
لِتَبكِ النِساءُ الساعِياتُ إِذا دَعَت
لَها حامِياً يَوماً ذِمارَ المَحارِمِ
Let the women who sought his aid weep whenever
defending bands summon them on a day when sacred honor must be defended.
وَتَبكِ عَلَيهِ الشَمسُ وَالقَمَرُ الَّذي
بِهِ يَدَعُ السارينَ ميلَ العَمائِمِ
Let the sun weep for him, and the moon by whose light
night travelers stave off the drooping of their turbans.
وَقَد كانَ ضَرّاباً عَراقيبِها الَّتي
ذُراها قِرىً تَحتَ الرِياحِ العَوارِمِ
Indeed, he was forever cleaving the hocks of she-camels whose
humps became guest-fare beneath the raging winds.
Sol 5.6