بَقاءُ الخلائقِ رَهْنُ الفَناءِ
وقَصْرُ التَّدانِي وَشيكُ التَّنائي
The life of all creatures is pledged to extinction.
And every brief closeness is soon followed by separation.
لقد حَلَّ مَنْ يَومُهُ لاقترابٍ
وَقَدْ حان مَنْ عُمْرُه لانتِهاءِ
The one whose day was drawing near has arrived at it;
the one whose life was nearing its end has reached it.
هلِ المُلكُ يَملِكُ ريبَ المَنونِ
أَمِ العِزُّ يَصْرِفُ صَرْفَ القضاءِ
Can kingship command the uncertainties of death?
Can power turn aside the decree of fate?
هُوَ الْمَوْتُ يصدَعُ شَمْلَ الجميع
وَيَكسو الرُّبوعَ ثيابَ العفاءِ
It is death that tears every gathering apart
and clothes dwellings in the garments of desolation.
يَبزُّ الحياةَ ببطشٍ شديدٍ
ويَلقى النفوسَ بدَاءٍ عياءِ
With a fierce grip it strips away life
and meets souls with an incurable illness.
أَلَمْ تَرَ كَيْفَ استَباحَتْ يَداهُ
كَريم الملوكِ وَعِلْقَ السَّناءِ
Have you not seen how its hands laid claim
to a noble one among rulers, a treasure of splendor?
وَوافى بسَيِّدَةِ السَّيِّدا
تِ مأْوى البِلى ومُناخ الفناءِ
And it brought the lady of ladies
to decay’s abode, the resting place of extinction.
هُوَ الرُّزْءُ أَلْوى بعزمِ القُلوبِ
مُصاباً وَأَوْدى بحُسنِ العزاءِ
This is a loss that has broken the resolve of hearts
and destroyed the power to bear grief well.
فما فِي العويل لَهُ من كفِيءٍ
وَلا فِي الدُّموع لَهُ من شِفاءِ
No wailing can match this loss,
nor can tears bring it relief.
فَهيهاتَ فِيهِ غَناءُ الزفيرِ
وَهيهاتَ مِنهُ انتصَارُ البُكاءِ
Sighing is of no use against it;
weeping cannot prevail over it.
وأَنَّى يُدافَعُ سُقمٌ بسُقمٍ
وَكَيْفَ يُعالَجُ داءٌ بداءِ
How can one sickness repel another?
How can one ailment cure another?
فَتلكَ مآقي جُفونٍ رِواءٍ
مُفَجَّرَةٍ من قلوبٍ ظِماءِ
Look at those tear-filled eyes,
pouring forth from thirsty hearts.
فلا صدرَ إِلّا حريقٌ بنارٍ
ولا جَفنَ إِلّا غَريقٌ بماءِ
Every breast burns with fire;
every eyelid drowns in water.
فقَد كادَ يَصدَعُ صُمَّ السِّلامِ
وَيُضرِمُ نارَ الأَسى فِي الهواءِ
The beating of hearts and the tearing of collars
have nearly split the hardest stone
وَجِيبُ القلوبِ وشَقُّ الجُيوبِ
وشَجوُ النَّحيبِ ولَهْفُ النِّداءِ
and kindled sorrow’s fire in the air.
So have the ache of sobbing and the anguish of cries.
فمن مُقلَةٍ شَرِقَتْ بالدُّمُوعِ
ومن وَجْنَةٍ شَرِقَتْ بالدِّماءِ
Here is an eye choking on tears;
there is a cheek drenched in blood.
وسَافِرَةٍ من قِناعِ الحياءِ
ونابذةٍ صَبْرها بالعراءِ
One woman has cast off the veil of modesty,
and another has thrown her patience away.
وبيضٍ صَبَغْنَ بلَوْنِ الحِدا
دِ حُمْرَ البُنودِ وبيضَ المُلاءِ
Women in white have dyed with mourning’s color
red banners and white robes.
نَواشِجَ فِي سابغاتِ المُسُوح
وضافي الشُّعورِ بلُبسٍ سَواءِ
They sob in long mourning garments,
their hair hanging loose, all dressed alike.
أَنَجْماً هَوى فِي سماءِ المعالي
لتبكِ عَلَيْكِ نُجومُ السَّماءِ
Has a star fallen from the sky of greatness,
that the stars of heaven should weep for you?
فحاشى لِرُزْئِكَ أَن يَقْتَضيهِ
عويلُ الرِّجَالِ ولَدْمُ النِّساءِ
Far be it from your loss to be met adequately
by men’s wailing and women’s beating of their breasts.
لِبيضِ أَيادِيكِ فِي الصَّالِحاتِ
تمسَّكَ وجهُ الضُّحى بالضِّياءِ
For your generous deeds of goodness,
the face of morning clings to its light.
وقلَّ لفقدِكِ أَن يَحْتَبِي
عَلَيْهِ الصَّباحُ بثوبِ المساءِ
And in your absence, it is only fitting
that morning wrap itself in evening’s robe.
فيا أَسَف المُلكِ من ذاتِ عِزٍّ
تعوَّض منها بعزِّ العَزاءِ
How the kingdom grieves for a woman of honor,
finding only the dignity of mourning in her place;
وروْحِ القبورِ لمجدٍ مُقيم
وتَرْح القصورِ لربعٍ خَلاءِ
the graves gain the comfort of abiding glory,
while the palaces grieve for an empty dwelling.
ولو قَبِلَ الموْتُ منها الفِدَاءَ
لضاقَ الأنامُ لَهَا عن فداءِ
If death would accept a ransom for her,
all humankind would be too little to redeem her.
لئِنْ حُجِبَتْ تحتَ رَدْمِ اللُّحُودِ
وَمِنْ قَبلُ فِي شُرُفاتِ العَلاءِ
Though she is hidden beneath the piled earth of graves,
where once she stood on the heights of eminence,
فتلك مآثِرُها فِي التُّقى
وبذْلِ اللُّهى مَا لَهَا من خَفاءِ
her acts of piety
and her generous gifts remain plain to see.
جزاكِ بأعمالكِ الزَّاكِيا
تِ خَيْرُ المُجازِينَ خَيْرَ الجزاءِ
May the best of those who reward repay you for your pure deeds
with the finest reward.
ولُقِّيتِ فِي ضَنْكِ ذَاكَ الضَّريحِ
نسيمَ النعيم وطِيبَ الثَّواءِ
And in the narrowness of that grave, may you receive
the breeze of bliss and the sweetness of rest.
فيا رُبَّ زُلْفى لدى المشْرِقَيْ
نِ أَبْضَعْتِ فابْتَعْتِها بالعلاءِ
How often, in the two eastern lands, you gained closeness
through noble gifts you sent forth.
وعاري الجَناحَيْنِ نُبِّئتِ عَنهُ
فأَمسى وَقَدْ رِشْتِهِ بالعطاءِ
You heard of someone whose wings were bare,
and your giving furnished him with feathers.
ودعْوةِ عانٍ بأَقصى الدُّروبِ
سمعتِ لوجهِ سميع الدُّعاءِ
You heard the prayer of a captive on a distant road
for the sake of the One who hears prayer.
وَذي حُبوَةٍ بفناءِ المَقامِ
سَنَحْتِ لَهُ بِسِجالِ الحِباءِ
And when a needy person sat at your doorway,
you appeared to him with abundant gifts.
فلِلَّهِ من طارِقٍ لليالي
رماكِ بيوْمٍ كيومِ البراءِ
By God, what a visitor of the nights
struck you with a day of parting!
فودَّعْتِ فِيهِ إِمامَ الهُدى
وَدَاعَ نوىً مَا لَهَا من لِقَاءِ
On that day you bade the guide of the righteous farewell,
a farewell of separation with no meeting to follow:
نَجيبكِ والمصطفى للخلافَ
ةِ من سَلَفَي خاتَمِ الأَنبياءِ
your noble son, chosen for the caliphate,
of the forebears of the Seal of the Prophets.
وما رَدَّ عنكِ سِهام الحِمامِ
بحرْزِ الجنابِ وعزِّ الفِناءِ
Yet death’s arrows were not turned from you
by a guarded court and the honor of its grounds,
ودَهرٍ مُطيعٍ وسورٍ منيعٍ
وقصرٍ رفيعٍ مشيدِ البناءِ
by an obedient age and an impregnable wall,
or by a lofty palace, solidly built;
وزَأْرِ الأُسودِ وخفقِ البنودِ
وجمع الحشودِ بملء الفضاءِ
nor by lions’ roars and fluttering banners,
or by assembled troops filling the open space,
بكلِّ كمِيٍّ جريء الجَنانِ
وكلِّ أَميرٍ منيفِ اللِّواءِ
with every warrior bold of heart
and every commander whose standard rose high.
وَوالٍ رعى اللهُ مَا قَدْ رَعاهُ
فأبلاهُ فِي الصُّنع خَيْرَ البلاءِ
Nor by a ruler over what God had entrusted to his care,
whom God had endowed with excellence in action.
تبلَّجَ عنه سنا يعرُبٍ
تبلُّجَ قَرْنِ الضَّحى عن ذُكاءِ
The radiance of Yaʿrub shone from him
as the edge of morning shines forth from the sun.
وهُزَّتْ مضاربُهُ عن حُسامٍ
وَفُرَّتْ نواجِذُهُ عن ذَكاءِ
His sword was drawn from its sheath,
and his bared teeth flashed with keen resolve.
فتىً قارضَ اللهَ عن نَفس حُرٍّ
بَراها لِتخْليدِ حُرِّ الثناءِ
A young man who gave of his free soul to God,
who formed it to earn enduring, noble praise;
وَأَقحَمَها مُخطراتِ الحُروبِ
وأَحْبَسَها فِي سبيل السَّواءِ
he thrust it into the perils of war
and devoted it to the just path.
وجاهَدَ فِي اللهِ حقَّ الجهادِ
وأَغْنى عنِ المُلْكِ حقَّ الغَناءِ
He strove for God with all due striving
and gave the kingdom all the aid it needed.
وَشدَّ عَلَى الدين سورَ الأَمانِ
وَسدَّ عن الشِّركِ بابَ النَّجاءِ
He built a wall of safety around the faith
and closed the door of escape to unbelief.
وسيفٌ إِذَا لأَلأَتْهُ الحُرو
بُ طارَ العُداةُ بِهِ كالهباءِ
And his sword, when war made it glitter,
scattered enemies like dust.
وَأَلْبَسَهُ النصرُ ثوبَ الجَلالِ
وتَوَجَّهَ الصبرُ تاجَ البهاءِ
Victory clothed him in majesty,
and patience crowned him with splendor.
فَلَوْ أفصحَ الدهرُ عمَّا يكِنُّ
لناداهُ يَا صَفْوَةَ الأَوْلِياءِ
If time could speak what it conceals,
it would call to him: O chosen one among the faithful!
هُو المَلِكُ العامِرِيُّ المُسمَّى
يَدَاهُ كفيلَيْ حياةِ الرَّجاءِ
He is the ʿĀmirid ruler so called;
his two hands sustain the life of hope.
عزاءٌ إِمامَ الهُدى فالنُّفو
سُ مَا إِنْ سِواكَ لَهَا مِن عَزاءِ
Take comfort, guide of the righteous, for souls
have no consolation but you.
وَعُوِّضْتَ منها جزيلَ الثَّوابِ
وَمَدَّ لَكَ اللهُ طُولَ البقاءِ
May you be given rich reward in her stead,
and may God grant you long life.
Sol 6