بَرْقٌ تبَدَّى خِفية بسَنَاء
سَحَراً يَعُطُّ جلاببَ الظَّلْمَاءِ
A lightning flashed covertly in the darkness
Casting a spell that illuminated the blackness of night
وظَنَنْتُ عُلوةَ قد تَزَحْزَحَ سَجْفُها
عنها ببطنِ الخيمةِ الزرقاءِ
And I thought the Pleiades had moved from their place
In the belly of the blue tent
أم زال عن أسمْاَ نياطُ لثامها
فتبسمتْ بالروضةِ الخضراءِ
Or had the Veil lifted from their beautiful faces
So they smiled at the green meadow
قلبي تذكَّرَ جيرةً في ساخِفٍ
وطويلعٍ مع قاعةِ الوَعْسَاءِ
My heart recalled a neighbor in Saakhif
And Tawaalei' with the hall of Al-Wa'asaa
مع أثلةِ الوادي صَبِحْتُ خرائداً
عنقاء مع غرثاء مع غيداء
With the slopes of the valley I wandered in the morning
A gazelle, with a doe, with a young mountain goat
كم رَبْرَبٍ ماضي اللحاظِ عَهِدتُه
مع سلمةِ الوسطاء بالبطحاءِ
How many a vanishing ghost of the past I encountered
With Salma in the middle of Al-Bat'haa
وحمَام أيكٍ ردّدَ الكافاتِ في
اثباتِ سَلْع مُوْلعاً ببكاءِ
And a dove of Ayk echoed coos
Proclaiming wares, crying with tears
قد هاجَهُ دهرٌ مضى بلذاذةٍ
ورغيد عيش قد مضى بِهَناءِ
Agitated by a past era of bliss
And a life of comfort that had passed in delight
آها على ذاك الزمانِ وطيبهِ
والشَّمْلُ فيه جامعُ الأهواء
Alas! That time and its goodness!
When all desires were united
أشْكو الجَوَى من فَقْدِهِ وفراقِه
وأبكي عليه بدمعةٍ حمراءِ
I complain of yearning and missing it
And weep for it with a red tear
لولا سعيدُ نجل سلطان أتى
زمني لَمَا قَدْ كُنْتُ في الأحياءِ
Had it not been for Sa'eed son of Sultan, who came
In my time, I would not have been among the living
حاز الريَاسةَ والسياسةَ والتُقى
والفخرَ عند العُرْفِ بالأشياءِ
He gained leadership, politics, piety
And pride in knowing things
في السلمِ للطاعاتِ فهو ملازمٌ
ولدى المعاركِ فهو قُطْبٌ رحاءِ
In peace, he holds on to obedience
And in battle, he is an axis of shelter
هذا السعيديّ الذي ملك الورى
طُرَّاً وَيَزْوي جودُه بالطَائي
This Sa'eedi who ruled the world
Flying high, his generosity gushing forth
إن شمته في الرَّوعِ شمتَ جَحَافلاً
والرأيُ فيه عالم العلماء
If you perceive him in fright, you perceive armies
And the mind in him is the scholar of scholars
في كفِّه جناتُ عَدْنٍ للعَطَا
وجَهنّمٌ في الحربِ للأعداءِ
In his grip are gardens of Eden for giving
And hell in war for the enemies
حَاضَتْ بيمناه الصَّوارمُ والقَنَا
من وَكْزِه في مَعْركِ الهيجاءِ
The swords and spears rallied in his right hand
From his thrust in the battle of clamor
والشُهبُ تنظرُ فِعْلَهُ فَتَساقَطَتْ
جَزَعاً وحَلَّتْ باطنَ الدَّقْعَاءِ
The stars looked upon his deeds and tumbled down
Fearfully, landing inside tent walls
الموتُ يَصْدُرُ من شَباةِ سنانه
فَتْكاً ومن أقْلامِه الغَرَّاءِ
Death surges from his sword's blade
Ravage, and from his sharp pens
إن رمتَ منه قضاءَ شُغل واجبٍ
أبداكَ بالمعروفِ والسَّراءِ
If you seek from him the fulfilment of an obligation
He grants you favors and well-being forever
دمْ وابقَ يا نجلَ الإمام بنعمةٍ
وعَدَاك في ذُلٍّ وكُلِّ بَلاَءِ
Go on, O son of the Imam, and remain
With blessings, and far from disgrace and ordeals
