وعُلى حَفْصِيّةٍ فِهْرِيّةٍ
ذَهَبتْ وَأْداً بِعَلْيا أُدَدِ
On a Hafsian princess, noble and virtuous,
She set out, sacrificing herself for the Exalted Ali.
هَذِهِ آثَارُهُ فاسْتَمِعوا
سُوَراً مَتلُوّةً في المَشْهَدِ
These are his signs, so listen,
Walls inscribed in the open field.
وَاستَجِيبوا لِمُنَادي أمْرِهِ
تَخلَعُوا الغَيَّ بِلُبسِ الرّشَدِ
And answer the caller's command,
Shed your ignorance and don the garb of righteousness.
إنَّما أَنْتُمْ لِيَحيَى المُرْتَضَى
خَوَلٌ مِنْ أحْمر أوْ أسودِ
You are but servants of the Chosen Imam,
Whether you are ruddy or swarthy.
مَلِكٌ مُدّ لَهُ النّصْرُ بِمَنْ
في السّمواتِ العُلَى مِنْ مَدَدِ
A king whose victory is aided by the highest
Heavens with endless aid.
لَيْسَ لِلأَشْقَيْنِ مِنهُ عاصِمٌ
وَلَو احْتَلُّوا مَحَلَّ الأَسْعَدِ
The wretched two have no protector against him,
Though they occupy the station of the fortunate.
كَم هَوى مِن كافِرٍ في كافِرِ
وانْضَوَى مِن مُلْحِد في ملحَدِ
How many a disbelieving infidel fell upon another,
And how many an atheist retreated into unbelief!
طالَما أرْسَلَ مِنْ صَعْدَتِهِ
جارِحاً يُغرَى بِصَيدِ الأَصْيَدِ
Often he sends forth from his lofty seat,
A fierce attacker aroused to hunt the finest prey.
هَذِهِ تَمْرُقُ منهُ بائِداً
في المَجالِ الضّنكِ فَخر الأيِّدِ
There they flee before him in defeat
In the narrow, straitened battleground.
جَأشُهُ لَمّا احتَواهُ جَيْشُهُ
صارَ أرْسَى مَوْقِفاً مِنْ أُحُدِ
His brave army, when it clashed with the enemy
Became firmer than Uhud.
وَمَتى قارَعَ أقْرانَ الوَغَى
عَلّم الأُسْد حَذارَ النَّقَدِ
And when he fought the champions of turmoil,
He taught the lions caution and wariness.
نُجِّدَ القَصْرُ لَهُ فاعتاضَ مِن
حُسْنِهِ الخَيْمَةَ بَينَ الأنْجُدِ
The palace was renewed for him, yet he disdained it,
Preferring the tent between the sand dunes.
وازْدَرَى الحُلّة صَنْعانِيّةً
رَافِلاً في سابِغاتِ الزّرَدِ
And he scorned a Yemeni robe,
Lavish with green brocade,
فَوْقَ فَرْشٍ مِنْ مَواضٍ فُلُقٍ
في عِداهُ وَعِوالٍ قُصُدِ
Above a mattress of layered felt
On his personal camel for riding.
فَضْلُهُ بادٍ عَلَى النّاسِ بِما
خَطّ من ذاك وأَوْلَى منْ يَدِ
His superiority on people is manifest
Beyond any doubt.
إِن يَكُن طاغِيَةُ الرُّومِ بَغَى
فَظُبَى الهِنْدِ لَهُ بِالْمرْصَدِ
If the Roman tyrant is hostile,
The Indian swords are ready to repel him.
لَم يَكَدْ لَو كانَ يَدْري غَيرَه
في محاباةِ هَوىً لَمْ يَكدِ
He scarcely would have known otherwise
In his lustful passion.
غَرّه البُعدُ وعن قرْبٍ يَرى
جِزْيةَ الكُفْرِ تُؤَدَّى عَن يَدِ
Distance deluded him, yet from nearby he sees
The infidel's tribute paid by hand.
سَوْفَ تَغْشَاهُ الجَوارِي مِلؤُها
مَلأ كالأسْدِ ذاتِ اللبَدِ
The slave girls will soon overwhelm him,
As lionesses, rapacious and fierce.
كُلُّ شَيحانَ تَمطَّى مِن مَطا
أَدْهَمِ الصِّبغَة سَهْلِ المِقْوَدِ
Every fleet horse, perfectly saddled,
Chestnut, smooth-gaited and easy to control.
يَحسَبُ البَحرَ طَريقاً يَبساً
فَهوَ يُجرِيهِ كَطرْف أجْرَدِ
He reckons the sea as dry land,
And makes it flow like a meadow.
زَحفُهُم تَحتَ لِواء الحَقِّ في
يَدِ مَذخور لِدَفْع المُؤْيَدِ
Their march under the banner of Truth, in the hand
Of the guarded, to repel the supported.
عِزّة الجُمْعَة قَدْ ضَاعَفَهَا
فارْتَدَى الذِّلَّةَ أهْلُ الأحَدِ
The glory of Friday has been doubled
While the people of Sunday suffer disgrace.
وعَلَى القَائِمِ بِالتّوحِيدِ أَنْ
يُقْعِدَ التثليثَ أدْنَى مقْعَدِ
And it is for the upholder of Monotheism
To debase Trinity to the lowest place.
صَرَخَ النّاقوسُ يَبكِي يَوْمَهُ
لِتَنَاهِي عُدَدٍ أوْ عَدَدِ
The church bell tolled, weeping for its day,
As the number of monks diminished.
وَاقْتَدَى الرُّهْبَانُ فِي نُدْبَتِهِ
بِلَبيد في أَخيهِ أرْبَدِ
The monks, in their mourning, followed
Labeed's elegy for his brother Arbad.
أيُّها المَوْلى إلَيكُم مِدَحاً
خَصّها سؤْدَدُكُم بالسُؤْدَدِ
O Master, to you I offer praise,
Reserved for your unmatched nobility.
حَبّرت مِنها يَراعِي حِبراً
للندى زَهوٌ بِها وَسَطَ الندِي
I have penned it, watching over the ink
For the meadow, splendor amidst meadows.
لَوْ تَقَدّمتُ بِميلادِي لَمْ
تَتَأخّرُ عَن أَغاني مَعْبَدِ
Had I been born earlier, I would not have delayed
My songs for your temple.
قَرّت الحالُ بِكُم في نِعَم
أنْطَقَتنِي بِالقَوافِي الشردِ
My state has settled through you in blessings
That inspire me with disjointed rhymes.
فَضْلُهُ بادٍ عَلَى النّاسِ بِما
خَطّ من ذاك وأَوْلَى منْ يَدِ
His superiority on people is manifest
Beyond any doubt.
إِن يَكُن طاغِيَةُ الرُّومِ بَغَى
فَظُبَى الهِنْدِ لَهُ بِالْمرْصَدِ
If the Roman tyrant is hostile,
The Indian swords are ready to repel him.
لَم يَكَدْ لَو كانَ يَدْري غَيرَه
في محاباةِ هَوىً لَمْ يَكدِ
He scarcely would have known otherwise
In his lustful passion.
غَرّه البُعدُ وعن قرْبٍ يَرى
جِزْيةَ الكُفْرِ تُؤَدَّى عَن يَدِ
Distance deluded him, yet from nearby he sees
The infidel's tribute paid by hand.
سَوْفَ تَغْشَاهُ الجَوارِي مِلؤُها
مَلأ كالأسْدِ ذاتِ اللبَدِ
The slave girls will soon overwhelm him,
As lionesses, rapacious and fierce.
كُلُّ شَيحانَ تَمطَّى مِن مَطا
أَدْهَمِ الصِّبغَة سَهْلِ المِقْوَدِ
Every fleet horse, perfectly saddled,
Chestnut, smooth-gaited and easy to control.
يَحسَبُ البَحرَ طَريقاً يَبساً
فَهوَ يُجرِيهِ كَطرْف أجْرَدِ
He reckons the sea as dry land,
And makes it flow like a meadow.
زَحفُهُم تَحتَ لِواء الحَقِّ في
يَدِ مَذخور لِدَفْع المُؤْيَدِ
Their march under the banner of Truth, in the hand
Of the guarded, to repel the supported.
عِزّة الجُمْعَة قَدْ ضَاعَفَهَا
فارْتَدَى الذِّلَّةَ أهْلُ الأحَدِ
The glory of Friday has been doubled
While the people of Sunday suffer disgrace.
وعَلَى القَائِمِ بِالتّوحِيدِ أَنْ
يُقْعِدَ التثليثَ أدْنَى مقْعَدِ
And it is for the upholder of Monotheism
To debase Trinity to the lowest place.
صَرَخَ النّاقوسُ يَبكِي يَوْمَهُ
لِتَنَاهِي عُدَدٍ أوْ عَدَدِ
The church bell tolled, weeping for its day,
As the number of monks diminished.
وَاقْتَدَى الرُّهْبَانُ فِي نُدْبَتِهِ
بِلَبيد في أَخيهِ أرْبَدِ
The monks, in their mourning, followed
Labeed's elegy for his brother Arbad.
أيُّها المَوْلى إلَيكُم مِدَحاً
خَصّها سؤْدَدُكُم بالسُؤْدَدِ
O Master, to you I offer praise,
Reserved for your unmatched nobility.
حَبّرت مِنها يَراعِي حِبراً
للندى زَهوٌ بِها وَسَطَ الندِي
I have penned it, watching over the ink
For the meadow, splendor amidst meadows.
لَوْ تَقَدّمتُ بِميلادِي لَمْ
تَتَأخّرُ عَن أَغاني مَعْبَدِ
Had I been born earlier, I would not have delayed
My songs for your temple.
قَرّت الحالُ بِكُم في نِعَم
أنْطَقَتنِي بِالقَوافِي الشردِ
My state has settled through you in blessings
That inspire me with disjointed rhymes.
