درى لا درى دهرٌ ذممنا طباعَه
لأيِّ حمًى يا راعه اللهُ راعَه
The ages knew not, nor did their natures realize
To which protector of faith their Lord would entrust their care?
وأيّ عليٍّ ساقَ للنزع نفسَه
لقد كابدت نفسُ المعاني نزاعه
And which Ali stormed forth to meet his inevitable fate?
My very soul has endured the suffering of such ordeals
وأُدرجت التقوى بأثناء بردِه
وأزمعَ خيرُ الأرض عنها زماعه
And piety crept amid the expanse of its chilling solitude
While the best on earth turned away from it in hordes
مضت ليلةُ الاثنين عنه بواحدٍ
له في النهى مرأًى يفوق سماعه
The night of Monday slipped away with its fleeting hours
To its warnings he lent an ear, listening intently
تفرق شملُ الصبر ساعة بينه
وأقبلَ شملُ الهمِّ يبدي اجتماعه
Patience scattered its collected shards in a moment’s time
While sorrow marshalled its determined ranks in a show of solidarity
طوى يومهُ بشرَ الزمان بهاءه
بشاشته إبهاجه والتماعه
The day whose morning was heralded by the light of dawn
With joy and merriment spreading their wings in celebration
وغادره ما عاشَ ينشرُ رزءه
جديداً فيبكي ثكله وانتجاعه
And left behind all that it lived for, now spreading its misery
Anew it weeps for its own bereavement and wailing distress
أصاح بماذا يملك الجلدُ جفنه
على الدمع أو ينهي الحليمُ التياعه
It cries, what strength of will does the eyelid possess
To hold back tears, or how far can the forbearing restrain their effusion?
ويطرد في أيِّ الرقى ماردَ الجوى
ويحوي لديغ الهمِّ فيها شجاعه
And which amulet might cage the fierce winds of fate
And contain the sting of sorrow deep within its resistant exterior?
وكيف وأنِّي والتماسَك والذي
به يشتكي كلٌّ أجدّ وداعه
And how could I restrain myself, when even those
Who bemoan their lot cannot adequately convey their woe?
سل الحلة الفيحاء عن عقد نحرها
أتعلم منها الدهرُ أين أضاعه
Ask the faded necklace about the pearls torn from its thread
Does fate even know anymore where it has cast them aside?
نعم سامه فابتاعه الموتُ بالجوى
ويا ربحها لو تستطيعُ ارتجاعه
Yes, it poisoned them, and death has bought them for a pittance
If only you could retrieve and reclaim them!
مغمّضه مهلاً أتحفظ للتقى
بكفّيك جفناً ما أعفَّ ارتفاعه
Keep them shut awhile gently if you would preserve piety
In your hands, a lid not lifted lightly in some time
وغاسله رفقاً فمن جسد العُلى
تقلبُ جسماً ما أشقَّ انتزاعه
And wash it carefully, for it is the body of a noble soul
You turn over, none too gently wrested away
ورادعَه طيباً ألست بناشقٍ
على جسمه طيبَ التقى ورداعه
And curb it softly! Are you not infinitely more merciful
Than fate in its caprice, which robbed it of its sanctity?
وحامله في النعشِ دونك فاحتمل
به النسكَ إنَّ النسكَ كانَ متاعه
Bear it forth in the bier, for only you now shoulder
The burden of its legacy, once its sole possession
ومضجعَه في لحده أضجع التقى
به فهو يهوى مع أخيه اضطجاعه
And lay it to rest in its grave, for piety desires
To sleep alongside its brother, drawing close in intimacy
وباكيَه لا تبكي بالدمع وحده
بلى بدم الأحشاء مدّ اندفاعه
And mourn it sincerely, not just with tears alone
But with blood of your innermost being surging forth unrestrained
وراثيَه إنَّ الكلام لضائقٌ
بعظم الجوى بل لا يضيق استماعه
And console its kin, though words scarcely suffice,
So profound the sorrow, but does aching hearts ease?
نعم إن غدت منه خلاءً فهذه
بقيته في المجدِ تعلو يفاعه
Yes, though it leaves you hollow and wanting, such
Was the height of its glory, towering to the skies
بهمَّته تسمو إلى شرف العُلى
وتبسط في كسب المعالي ذراعه
With its ambition, rising to the honor of highest place
And stretching to attain the most splendid goals
مضى وهو البدرُ المنيرُ وأنجموا
بأبراجه شهباً كساها شعاعه
It has gone, that brilliant moon, and they are stars
Whose orbits it illumined with its radiant beams
أطايبُ قد حلُّوا من العزِّ ربعه
فعطَّر طيبُ الفخر منهم بقاعه
The sweetest perfumes of honor have dissipated from its abode
And the scent of pride is diffused throughout its domains
فصبراً بني التقوى وإن كانَ رزؤكم
عرى الدهرُ منه ما أراعَ ذراعه
So patience, O people of piety, though your grief
Has stripped bare what little solace the age afforded you
لنا ولكم حسنُ العزا عن أبيكم
بخيرِ أبٍ سرَّ الندى قد أذاعه
For you and for us, the seemly mourning of a father
Who brought happiness to the dew, spreading its moisture
هو الحلف المهديُّ من في جبينه
بدا للهدى نوراً يزين التماعه
He is the rightly-guided Proof, on whose brow
A light appeared, adorning the throngs in their vigil
ولم يتبعْ الإقتداء به الهُدى
بلى أوجب اللهُ العظيم اتِّباعه
And the guidance did not follow in his footsteps
Rather God ordained his great example be followed
أبو سادةٍ لو حلَّق النسرُ طائراً
لنيلِ ذرى عليائهم ما استطاعه
O Father of Sa'ada! If the eagles circling high
Could attain the lofty reaches of their nobility, they could not
فجعفرُ فضلٌ صالحٌ ومحمدٌ
حسينٌ حبا المهديَّ كلٌّ طباعه
For Ja'far is virtuous and good, and Muhammad
Is Hussein. Each bears his nature and character.
فروعُ فخارٍ رشحتها أصولها
لمجدٍ تمنَّى المجدُ منه ارتفاعه
Branches of a noble tree, watered at the root
To feed its glory, reaching upward for the sky
لهم حسبٌ لو كايلوه بنو العُلى
بأحسابهم فخراً لما كِلنَ صاعه
In them is honor enough, even if the nobles
Measured it in their valuations, to find it beyond measure
أبا صالحٍ كم مبهماتٍ جلوتها
وملتبسٍ منها كشفتَ قناعه
O Father of Salih! How many perplexities you have resolved
And ambiguities obscured beneath their masks brought to light
سنا البدر قد أطفا سناك شعاعه
ونوركَ ذا فيه رأينا انطباعه
The full moon of your countenance has darkened our stars
And in it we see the imprint of your radiance reflected
هل المجدُ إلاَّ ما رفعتَ عماده
أو الجودُ إلاَّ ما تجيد اصطناعه
What is glory if not the pillars you erected to prop it up
And what is generosity without the skill you perfected in its practice?
وأعجبُ شيءٍ أن يطاول فاضلٌ
علاكَ ومنكَ الفترُ يفضلُ باعه
Most wondrous is that any man of merit would presume
To surpass you, when the least of your gifts exceeds any other's sum
وكيف الفضا في عظم فخرك لم يطقْ
أفخرُك قد أعطى الفضاءَ اتَّساعه
And how could your lofty eminence be constrained
When the proudest of your feats has broadened the horizons of possibility?
تُراجعُ أعطاء الكثير ولا كمن
إذا هو أعطى النزرَ ودَّ ارتجاعه
You return the excessive grants of the wasteful, unlike those
Who give but the smallest of gifts, only to demand them back
سلمتَ لدين الله ترأبُ صدعه
وتحفظ ما منه سواكَ أضاعه
You have devoted yourself to restoring the rift in the faith, preserving
What none other than you could from ruin and devastation
ولا زلتَ غيث اللطف يمنح ضرعُه
ضريح عليٍّ درَّه ورضاعه
Ever the raincloud of kindness, its udders give milk
To the shrine of Ali, flowing and nursing in abundance