حلولُك في محلّ الضيم داما

وحدُّ السيف يأبى أن يُضاما

Your solutions replace oppression forever

The sharpness of the sword refuses to be blunt

وكيف تمسُّ جانِبَك الليالي

بِذُلٍّ أو تحلّ به اهتضاما

How can the long nights touch your honorable side

With humiliation or gather indignities

ولم تنهض بأعباءٍ ثقالٍ

بهنَّ سواك لَم يطقِ القياما

You did not get up with heavy burdens

That none but you could endure arising

ولم تُضرم بحدِّ السيفِ حرباً

إلى كبد السما ترمي الضراما

You did not ignite with the sharpness of swords, a war

Whose arrows reach to the liver of the sky

فيملأ طرفُك الآفاقَ نقعاً

ويملأ سيفُك الأقطارَ هاما

So your gaze fills horizons with carnage

And your sword fills regions with hot blood

أتبذلُ للخمول جنابَ حُرٍّ

يحاذر أن يُعاب وأن يُداما

Do you give to laziness the side of a free man

Who is cautious of blame and violation

وآلك بالضبا شرعوا المعالي

وجيش الموتِ يزدحم ازدحاما

While your family parts the glories

And the army of death is crowded with crowds

غداةَ طريدةُ المختار جاءت

تقود لحربهِم جيشاً لُهاما

The morning the Chosen One's fugitive came

Leading their army violently enraged

ورامت أن تسومَ الضيمَ ندباً

أبى من عزِّه عن أن يُضاما

She wanted to count the oppression as loss

But he refused from his dignity to be damaged

فأفرغَ جاشَهُ درعاً عليه

ونقعَ الموتِ صيَّره لِثاما

So he poured his contents as armor over him

And made the carnage of death his headwrap

يؤازره أخو صدقٍ شمامٌ

يساندُ من أباطِحه شَماما

Supporting him, a brother of truth, valiant

Propping up his supporter fiercely courageous

وصلٌّ في صريمتهِ مُواسٍ

لصلٍّ ينفث الموتَ الزؤاما

A stalwart in his cry, sympathizing

With stalwarts spewing out violent death

هو العباسُ ليثُ بني نزارٍ

ومن قد كان للاّجي عِصاما

He is Al-Abbas, the lion of Bani Nazar

And who had been to the weakened a protector

هزبرٌ أغلب تخذَ اشتباكَ ال

رماح بِحومة الهيجا أُجاما

Huzayr prevailing, seizing the entanglement

Of spears with the ardency of battle

فمدَّت فوقه العُقبان ظِلاًّ

ليُقريها جسومَهم طعاما

So the crows spread shade over him

For his body to roast them as food

وواجهت الضبا منه محيًّا

منيراً نورُه يجلو الضلاما

And the young men faced from him an awakening

His light dispelling the darkness

أخلاّءٌ تُصافحه يراها

إذا اختلفت بجبهته لِطاما

Gallant men handshake with him when they see

His forehead adorned with blood

أبيٌّ عند مسّ الضيم يمضي

بعزمٍ يقطع العضب الحُساما

My father, when oppression touches, proceeds

With resolve that cuts through the sharp swords