عَفَت ذاتُ الأَصابِعِ فَالجِواءُ
إِلى عَذراءَ مَنزِلُها خَلاءُ
The maid with delicate fingers is now alone,
In a virgin abode whose dwellers are gone.
دِيارٌ مِن بَني الحَسحاسِ قَفرٌ
تُعَفّيها الرَوامِسُ وَالسَماءُ
It lies in a Hijazi waste, abandoned
By grazing herds and the rains from high heaven.
وَكانَت لا يَزالُ بِها أَنيسٌ
خِلالَ مُروجَها نَعَمٌ وَشاءُ
Still, it once had a lover, and many a friend
Shared its lush meadows, and peace without end.
فَدَع هَذا وَلَكِن مَن لَطيفٍ
يُؤَرِّقُني إِذا ذَهَبَ العِشاءُ
But let that go! What occupies me instead
Is a gentle dear one when night comes to bed,
لِشَعثاءَ الَّتي قَد تَيَّمَتهُ
فَلَيسَ لِقَلبِهِ مِنها شِفاءُ
A disheveled sweetheart so stricken with grief
No healing can offer her heart relief—
كَأَنَّ خَبيأَةٍ مِن بَيتِ رَأسٍ
يَكونُ مِزاجَها عَسَلٌ وَماءُ
As if she were hiding, shy as a fawn,
In a home perfumed honey and wine.
عَلى أَنيابِها أَو طَعمُ غَصٍّ
مِنَ التُفّاحِ هَصَّرَهُ اِجتِناءُ
Or the taste of an apple whose pulp is just pressed
Gives a flavor and fragrance she loves the best!
إِذا ما الأَشرِباتُ ذُكِرنَ يَوماً
فَهُنَّ لِطَيِّبِ الراحِ الفِداءُ
When talk turns to liquor served golden and red,
Their bouquet is the life she would gladly shed.
نُوَلّيها المَلامَةَ إِن أَلَمنا
إِذا ما كانَ مَغثٌ أَو لِحاءُ
We blame not the ruby, however it stings,
When sickness or sores are the suffering it brings.
وَنَشرَبُها فَتَترُكُنا مُلوكاً
وَأُسداً ما يُنَهنِهُنا اللِقاءُ
But drink it we do, and like lions we reign,
Our courage through battle no clash can restrain.
عَدِمنا خَيلَنا إِن لَم تَرَوها
تُثيرُ النَقعَ مَوعِدُها كَداءُ
Ignore us, and we shall be forced to the fight!
Victory comes when God gives His light.
يُبارينَ الأَسِنَّةِ مُصغِياتٍ
عَلى أَكتافِها الأَسَلُ الظِماءُ
Show patience, if you can, for the day destined
When God aids whom He will, as His wisdom has planned.
تَظَلُّ جِيادُنا مُتَمَطِّراتٍ
تُلَطِّمُهُنَّ بِالخُمُرِ النِساءُ
God said He would send me a people to brace,
The Helpers, whose valor the foe could not face.
فَإِمّا تُعرِضوا عَنّا اِعتَمَرنا
وَكانَ الفَتحُ وَاِنكَشَفَ الغِطاءُ
Each day we'sre provoked by some Meccan clan—
Insults, abuse, or the wounds that they inflict.
وَإِلّا فَاِصبِروا لِجَلادِ يَومٍ
يُعينُ اللَهُ فيهِ مَن يَشاءُ
But we give rhymed meaning to those who offend,
And when blood is spilled out, that's where lines must end.
وَقالَ اللَهُ قَد يَسَّرتُ جُنداً
هُمُ الأَنصارُ عُرضَتُها اللِقاءُ
God said He has sent me, His servant, to speak
Truth when truth may bring healing, if ears will but seek.
لَنا في كُلِّ يَومٍ مِن مَعَدٍّ
قِتالٌ أَو سِبابٌ أَو هِجاءُ
My people gave witness to all I relayed,
Yet still you reply as you wish or want made.
فَنُحكِمُ بِالقَوافي مَن هَجانا
وَنَضرِبُ حينَ تَختَلِطُ الدِماءُ
Gabriel, trusted by God, is our aid,
The Spirit of Holiness knows no blockade.
وَقالَ اللَهُ قَد أَرسَلتُ عَبداً
يَقولُ الحَقَّ إِن نَفَعَ البَلاءُ
Now bear to Abu Sufyan this word from me:
“You're empty inside, all froth, bluster and glee!”
شَهِدتُ بِهِ وَقَومي صَدَّقوهُ
فَقُلتُم ما نُجيبُ وَما نَشاءُ
You mocked dear Muhammad, and I have defended,
But God has prepared for such acts a repayment.
وَجِبريلٌ أَمينُ اللَهِ فينا
وَروحُ القُدسِ لَيسَ لَهُ كِفاءُ
You mock, yet you have not a feather's worth weighed
Against the best man of all when the price must be paid.
أَلا أَبلِغ أَبا سُفيانَ عَنّي
فَأَنتَ مُجَوَّفٌ نَخِبٌ هَواءُ
You cursed a blessed soul, an anchorite gent,
God's own True Trustee whose honor was rent.
هَجَوتَ مُحَمَّداً فَأَجَبتُ عَنهُ
وَعِندَ اللَهِ في ذاكَ الجَزاءُ
But whoever of you should mock God's own Messenger,
Or whether you help him or keep yourself clear,
أَتَهجوهُ وَلَستَ لَهُ بِكُفءٍ
فَشَرُّكُما لِخَيرِكُما الفِداءُ
My sire and my dam are a fortress to lock
Round Muhammad today against each vile mock.
هَجَوتَ مُبارَكاً بَرّاً حَنيفاً
أَمينَ اللَهِ شيمَتُهُ الوَفاءُ
Now vengeance shall wait upon Bano Lu'ayy
If I find that dear blood by their hands was let fly.
فَمَن يَهجو رَسولَ اللَهِ مِنكُم
وَيَمدَحُهُ وَيَنصُرُهُ سَواءُ
This gang helped attack us and bring us such pain,
Their blood on our hands shall repay it again!
فَإِنَّ أَبي وَوالِدَهُ وَعِرضي
لِعِرضِ مُحَمَّدٍ مِنكُم وِقاءُ
By the pact of Harith's son Abi Dirar,
And the Quraysh treaty we hereby debar!
فَإِمّا تَثقَفَنَّ بَنو لُؤَيٍّ
جَذيمَةَ إِنَّ قَتلَهُمُ شِفاءُ
My tongue's sharp edge faultless shall carry the day.
My sea cannot be made turbid by dirt thrown its way.
أولَئِكَ مَعشَرٌ نَصَروا عَلَينا
فَفي أَظفارِنا مِنهُم دِماءُ
وَحِلفُ الحَرِثِ اِبنِ أَبي ضِرارٍ
وَحِلفُ قُرَيظَةٍ مِنّا بُراءُ
لِساني صارِمٌ لا عَيبَ فيهِ
وَبَحري لا تُكَدِّرُهُ الدِلاءُ
