هَل تَعرِفُ الدارَ عَفا رَسمَها
بَعدَكَ صَوبُ المُسبِلِ الهاطِلِ
Do you know the house whose traces have been effaced
Beyond you towards the torrential, pouring valleys
بَينَ السَراديحِ فَأُدمانَةٍ
فَمَدفَعِ الرَوحاءِ في حائِلِ
Between the stony ground and the sandy plains
And the winds blowing through the mountain passes
سَأَلتُها عَن ذاكَ فَاِستَعجَمَت
لَم تَدرِ ما مَرجوعَةُ السائِلِ
I asked about that place but she was perplexed
Not knowing who was asking and seeking
دَع عَنكَ داراً قَد عَفا رَسمُها
وَاِبكِ عَلى حَمزَةَ ذي النائِلِ
Leave alone a house whose traces are gone
And weep for Hamza, man of the spears
أَلمالِئِ الشيزى إِذا أَعصَفَت
غَبراءُ في ذي السَنَةِ الماحِلِ
When the dust storms swirl violently
In the waning years that are fleeting
التارِكِ القِرنَ لَدى قِرنِهِ
يَعثُرُ في ذي الخُرُصِ الذابِلِ
The one who leaves his spear by his spear
Stumbling with enfeebled joints that are wasting
وَاللابِسِ الخَيلَ إِذا أَحجَمَت
كَاللَيثِ في غاباتِهِ الباسِلِ
And the one who charges his horses when they stampede
Like a lion in the thickets, undaunted and bold
أَبيَضُ في الذَروَةِ مِن هاشِمٍ
لَم يَمرِ دونَ الحَقِّ بِالباطِلِ
A shining white Hashimite in the high peaks
Who never passed by falsehood, upholding the truth
ما لِشَهيدٍ بَينَ أَرماحِكُم
شَلَّت يَدا وَحشِيِّ مِن قاتِلِ
What's a martyr to do among your spears
That paralyze the hands of a vicious killer
إِنَّ اِمرَأً غودِرَ في أَلَّةٍ
مَطرورَةٍ مارِنَةِ العامِلِ
A man was betrayed among ravaging armies
Surrounding, vicious, relentlessly toiling
أَظلَمَتِ الأَرضُ لِفِقدانِهِ
وَاِسوَدَّ نورُ القَمَرِ الناصِلِ
The earth darkened when he left
And the light of the radiant moon was extinguished
صَلى عَلَيكَ اللَهُ في جَنَّةٍ
عالِيَةٍ مُكرَمَةِ الداخِلِ
May Allah bless you in a lofty, honored Garden
For those entering, joyful and gracious
كُنّا نَرى حَمزَةَ حِرزاً لَنا
مِن كُلِّ أَمرٍ نابَنا نازِلِ
We saw Hamza as a refuge protecting us
From every matter that afflicted and opposed
وَكانَ في الإِسلامِ ذا تُدرَءٍ
لَم يَكُ بِالواني وَلا الخاذِلِ
In Islam he was unfailing and sound
No weakness or frailty making him fall
لا تَفرَحي يا هِندُ وَاِستَحلِبي
دَمعاً وَأَذري عَبرَةَ الثاكِلِ
Don't rejoice, O Hind, and pretend to cry
Shedding tears and moaning like a bereft mother
وَاِبكي عَلى عُتبَةَ إِذ قَطَّهُ
بِالسَيفِ تَحتَ الرَهَجِ الجائِلِ
Weep for Utbah when he was sliced by the sword
Under the crushing, overwhelming blows
إِذ خَرَّ في مَشيَخَةٍ مِنكُمُ
مِن كُلِّ عاتٍ قَلبُهُ جاهِلِ
When an elder of yours fell in folly
With a heart ignorant of what was right
أَرداهُمُ حَمزَةُ في أُسرَةٍ
يَمشونَ تَحتَ الحَلَقِ الذائِلِ
Hamza drove them back in droves
Walking under the swaying spearheads
غَداةَ جِبريلُ وَزيرٌ لَهُ
نِعمَ وَزيرُ الفارِسِ الحامِلِ
The next morning Gabriel was his minister
Excellent minister for the brave cavalier
