نَبيتُ على عِلْمٍ يَقينٍ من الدّهْرِ
ونعْلَمُ أنّ الخَلْقَ في قبْضَةِ القَهْرِ
I grew up with certain knowledge of fate
And we know that destiny holds creation in its grip
ونرْكَنُ للدُّنْيا اغْتِراراً بلَهْوِها
وحسْبُكَ مَنْ يرْجو الوَفاءَ منَ الغَدْرِ
And we incline to the world, deceived by its vanity
Suffice it for one who hopes for loyalty from betrayal
ونَمْطُلُ بالعزْمِ الزّمانَ سَفاهةً
فيوْمٌ الى يوم وشهْرٌ الى شهْرِ
And we waste time foolishly
As day turns to day and month to month
ونُغْري بما يَفْنى المَطامِعَ والهَوى
ونرْفُضُ ما يَبْقى فيا ضيْعَةَ العُمْر
And we are tempted by what perishes, passions and desires
And we reject what remains, oh what a waste of life
وندْفَعُ أحْباباً كِرامًا الى الرّدى
ونسْلو ونلْهو بعْدَ ذاكَ عنِ الأمْرِ
And we drive away honorable, noble loved ones to demise
Then we joke and play, unconcerned after that
هوَ الدّهْرُ لا يَبْقى على حَدَثانِهِ
جَديدٌ ولا ينْفَكُّ عنْ حادِثٍ نُكْرِ
Such is time, it leaves nothing of its news
Ever renewing, never free of strange events
وبيْنَ الخُطوبِ الطّارِقاتِ تَفاضُلٌ
كفَضْلِ مَنِ اغْتالَتْهُ في رِفْعَةِ القَدْرِ
And between impending disasters, there are differences
Like the difference of one taken in the prime of glory
ألَمْ ترَ أنّ المجْدَ أقْوَت رُبوعُهُ
وصوّحَ منْ أدْواحِهِ كلَّ مخْضَرِّ
Have you not seen that glory loudest winds have stilled
And the beautiful has changed on the face of the eminent
ولاحَتْ على وجْهِ العَلاءِ كآبةٌ
فقطّبَ منْ بعْدِ الطّلاقَةِ والبِشْرِ
And gloom appeared on the face of the prominent
After cheerfulness and glad tidings
أمَوْلاتَنا الكُبْرى وفاؤكِ أنّنا
بَرينا الى الأشْجانِ منْ شيمَة الصّبْرِ
Our greatest consolation, your loyalty, we
Have endured to melancholy from moral strength
فقَدْناكِ لا فَقَدَ النّواظر نورَها
وكُنْتِ لنا نوراً يُضيءُ لمَنْ يَسْري
We lost you, not just the eyes lost their light
You were a light that illuminated the traveller's path
عجِبْتُ لمُغْتالِ الرّدى كيْفَ لمْ يُرَعْ
لمَنزِلِكِ المحْفوفِ بالنّهْيِ والأمْرِ
I wondered at fate's killer, how he was not deterred
From your abode, surrounded by prohibitions and commands
وكيْفَ انْبَرى صرْفُ الحِمامِ مصَمِّماً
خِلالَ الصِّفاحِ البيضِ والأسَلِ السُّمْرِ
And how the vicissitudes of time were determined
To breach the white castle and the brown spear
سُتورٌ منَ الدّينِ المَتينِ كثيفَةٌ
وكمْ دونَها للمُلْكِ والعِزِّ منْ سِتْرِ
Ramparts of firm religion, so many shields for the kingdom and glory
We prepare the lofty spears and arrows
نعِدُّ الرِّماحَ المشْرَفيّة والقَنى
ويَطْرُقُ أمْرُ اللهِ من حيث لا ندْري
And the command of God comes from where we know not
Such is time, its rule advances in the wilderness
هوَ الدّهْرُ يجْري في البريّةِ حُكْمُهُ
فعِزُّ الغِنى سِيّانِ أو ذِلّةُ الفَقْرِ
The glory of wealth is the same as the humiliation of poverty
Tubba was struck down by fate intentionally though
رَمَي تُبَّعاً بالحَتْفِ قصْداً فلمْ يكُنْ
لأتْباعِهِ في ذلكَ الخَطْبِ منْ نصْرِ
His followers had no aid in that ordeal
And Anushirwan finished off Chosroes with his fate
وأرْدَى أنُوشِرْوانُ كِسْرى بصَرْفِهِ
كَسيراً ولم يتْرُكْ لقَيْصَرَ من قصْرِ
Stripped bare, and left no palace for Caesar
Islam was anguished by you and its people
لقدْ فُجعَ الإسْلامُ منْكِ وأهْلُهُ
بذُخْرٍ بَعيدِ الصّيتِ مُشْتَهِرِ الذِّكْرِ
For losing a famous provision of well-known mention
And a singular one who surpassed the women of her time
وواحِدَةٍ فاقَتْ نِساءَ زَمانِها
كَما فضَلَتْ أمْثالَها ليلةُ القَدْرِ
As she excelled the like of her, the Night of Power
Did femininity lower the status of the sun?
وهلْ خفَضَ التّأنيثُ للشّمْسِ رُتْبةً
وهلْ رفَعَ التّذْكيرُ منْ رُتْبَةِ البَدْرِ
Or did masculinity raise the status of the full moon?
Originality of views, excellence of policy
أصالةُ آراءِ وفَضلُ سياسةِ
وفخْرُ انْتِماءٍ دونَه مُنْتَهى الفخْرِ
And pride of affiliation, the utmost pride
And a record of glory, its pages contained
وديوانُ مجْدٍ ضُمِّنَتْ صَفحاتُهُ
خِلالَ المُلوكِ الغالِبينَ بَني نصْرِ
During the victorious kings, the sons of Nasr
By continuing good, pious conduct and a means
بإبْقاءِ معْروفٍ برَعْيِ وسيلَةٍ
بإيواءِ مَلْهوفٍ بنُصْرَةِ مُضْطَرِّ
To shelter the anguished, aid the oppressed
I see the journey of life, its return hoped for
أرى سَفَرَ الدُّنْيا يُرَجّى إيابُهُ
Return your gaze to the palace of the kingdom
Even if just an illusion that passes
أعيدي لقَصْرِ المُلْكِ منْك التِفاتَةً
ولوْ بمَزارٍ للخَيالِ الذي يَسْري
For in it is many a heart throbbing for your absence
And much burning anguish and flowing tears
فكَمْ فيهِ من قلْبٍ لبُعْدِك خافِقٍ
ومنْ لوْعةٍ تُذْكى ومنْ عبْرَةٍ تَجْري
And a group, whose unity was torn by the hand of longing
And a beautiful sight, changed by the hand of fate
وشمْلٍ جميعٍ فرّقَتْهُ يَدُ النّوى
ومرْأىً بديعٍ غيّرتْهُ يَدُ الدّهْرِ
And a position of power, its flanks made desolate
And the aura of a palace seen without a full moon
ومنْصِبُ مُلْكٍ أوْحَشَتْ جَنَباتُهُ
وهالة إيوان تراءت بلا بدر
You were but the sun, the world lived by you
At the height of glory or peak of destiny
وما كنت إلا الشمس يحيا بك الورى
على بُعدِ العَلْياءِ أو رِفْعَة القَدْرِ
Alas, for the sun, who resembles you?
Perfection without flaw, benefit without harm
وهيْهاتَ مَنْ للشّمْسِ منْكِ بمُشْبِهٍ
كمالٌ بِلا نقْصٍ ونفْعٌ بِلا ضُرِّ
We carried from you a blessed raincloud
Holy rain, generous pouring
حَمَلْنا على الأعْناقِ منْكِ سَحابةً
مُبارَكَةَ السُّقْيا مقدّسَةَ القَطْرِ
And when we came to the grave in the darkness of night
We saw the setting of the sun at dawn's break
ولمّا أتيْنا اللّحْدَ في غلَسِ الدُّجى
رأيْنا أفولَ الشّمْسِ في مطْلَعِ الفَجْرِ
If only a grave became for people a place of pilgrimage
We would make our prayers facing that grave
فلَوْ أنّ قبْراً صارَ للنّاسِ قِبْلَةً
جعَلْنا مُصَلاّنا الى ذلِكَ القَبْرِ
If people found a way to the soil
That contained your covered grave of merit and righteous deeds
ولوْ وجَدَ الخَلْقُ السّبيلَ لتُرْبَةٍ
حوَتْ لحْدَك المَكْفوفَ بالفَضْلِ والبِرِّ
They would circle it seven times, yearn and pilgrimage
And through it attain reward and recompense
لَطافوا بِها سبْعاً ولبّوا وأحْرَموا
فَفازوا لدَيْها بالمَثوبَةِ والأجْرِ
And the resolve of Joseph, descendant
Of your pure, just, generous lineage intervened
وذادَتْ عنِ العَلْياءِ عزْمَةُ يوسُفٍ
سَليلِ عُلاكَ الطّاهِرِ المَلِكِ البِرِّ
But it is a judgment from God, welling forth
To be met with acceptance, patience, and gratitude
ولكنّهُ حُكْمٌ منَ اللهِ نابعٌ
يُقابَلُ بالتّسْليمِ والصّبْرِ والشُّكْرِ
And below you is a servant, mourning your kingdom
Praise, as the breeze stirs the flowers
ودونَكِ منْ عبْدٍ لمُلْكِكِ نادِبٍ
ثَناءً كما هبّ النّسيمُ على الزّهْرِ
If it were in my capacity, I would have reached in praise
What your mighty status deserves, not what my capacity deserves
ولوْ كان في وُسْعي غَناءٌ بلَغْتُهُ
بِما يَقْتَضيهِ قدْرُكِ الضّخْمُ لا قَدْري
By God, I have not fulfilled your rightful due
But it is something by which I establish my excuse
وواللّهِ ما وفّيْتُ حقَّكِ واجِباً
ولكنّهُ شيءٌ أقَمْتُ بهِ عُذْري