وَرِثتَ أَبا سُفيانَ وَاِبنَيهِ وَالَّذي
بِهِ الحَربُ شالَت عَن لِقاحٍ حِيالُها
You inherited Abū Sufyān, his two sons, and the man
through whom War’s barren she-camels withdrew from those in calf.
أَبوكَ أَميرُ المُؤمِنينَ الَّذي بِهِ
رَحىً ثَبَتَت ما يُستَطاعُ زِيالُها
Your father is the Commander of the Faithful—the man through whom
a millstone stood firm, beyond all power to dislodge.
إِذا ما رَحىً زالَت بِقَومٍ ضَرَبتَها
عَلى الدينِ حَتّى يَستَقيمَ ثِفالُها
Whenever a people’s millstone slips, you strike it back
onto the Faith, until the cloth beneath it lies true.
بِسَيفٍ بِهِ لاقى بِبَدرٍ مُحَمَّدٍ
بَني النَضرِ في بيضٍ حَديثٍ صِقالُها
with a sword by which Muhammad met, at Badr,
the sons of al-Naḍr, in white helmets freshly burnished.
رَأَيتُ بَني مَروانَ إِذ جَدَّ جَدُّهُم
عَلا كُلَّ ضَوءٍ في السَماءَ هِلالُها
I saw the sons of Marwān when their fortune rose in earnest;
their crescent climbed above every light in the sky.
أَرى الحَقَّ قادَ الناسَ مِن كُلِّ جانِبٍ
إِلَيكُم مِنَ الآفاقِ تُلقى رِحالُها
I see the Right has led people from every quarter
to you; from the horizons their saddles are set down.
رَأَيتُ بَني مَروانَ أَفلَجَ حَقُّهُم
مَشورَةَ عُثمانَ الشَديدَ مَحالُها
I saw the sons of Marwān—their claim was vindicated
by ʿUthmān’s counsel, formidable in its power.
تَرى كُلُّ فَحلٍ واضِعاً لي جِرانَهُ
إِذا خِندِفٌ صالَت وَرائي فِحالُها
You see every stallion lay his breast before me
when Khindif charges, her champions at my back.
تَناثَرَتِ الأَبعارُ مِن كُلِّ موجِسٍ
لَهُنَّ عَزيفاً حينَ يَسمو صِيالُها
Dung-pellets scatter from every beast that scents danger;
they make a jinn-like clatter when her onslaught surges.
وَلَو أَنَّ لُقمانَ اِبنَ عادٍ لَقيتُهُ
لَأَعياهُ لِلنَفسِ الكَذوبِ اِحتِيالُها
Even if I were Luqmān son of ʿĀd and met him,
the deceitful soul’s devices would surely confound him.
إِذاً لَرَأى صيدَ الرُؤوسِ كَأَنَّهُم
جِبالُ قَرَورى حينَ فاءَت ظِلالُها
Then he would see proud men, heads held high, as though they were
the mountains of Qarūrā when their shadows wheel.
وَخَيلٍ غَزَونا وَهيَ حولٌ نَقودُها
فَما رَجَعَت حَتّى أَحالَت سِخالُها
And many a cavalry host we took to war while its slow-breeding mares were barren;
it did not come home until its foals had become yearlings.
Sol 5.6