راحَ الرِفاقُ وَلَم يَرُح مَرّارُ
وَأَقامَ بَعدَ الظاعِنينَ وَساروا
The companions departed, but Marrār did not depart.
My friends have left, but bitterness lingers on,
He remained behind those who left, while they journeyed on.
Remaining after the mourners have gone.
لا تَبعَدَنَّ وَكُلُّ حَيٍّ هالِكٌ
وَلِكُلِّ مَصرَعِ هالِكٍ مِقدارُ
May you not be far away, though every living being must perish,
Do not go far, for all that lives must perish,
And every mortal's death has its appointed time.
And for each fading life, a term is set.
كانَ الخِيارَ سِوى أَبيهِ وَعَمِّهِ
وَلِكُلِّ قَومٍ سادَةٌ وَخِيارُ
He was the finest, save for his father and his paternal uncle,
The best were none but his father and uncle,
And every people has its leaders and its finest men.
And each people has its leaders and best.
لا يُسلِمونَ لَدى الحَوادِثِ جارَهُم
وَهُمُ لِمَن خَشِيَ الحَوادِثَ جارُ
They do not abandon their neighbor amid calamities,
They do not surrender their neighbor in misfortune,
And they are a protecting neighbor to whoever fears calamities.
But are neighbors to those who dread misfortune.
وَأَقولُ مِن جَزَعٍ وَقَد فُتِنا بِهِ
وَدُموعُ عَيني في الرِداءِ غِزارُ
And I say in anguish, now that we have been afflicted by his loss,
And I say in sorrow, tried as we are by it,
While tears from my eye fall thick upon my cloak,
While copious tears moisten my cloak,
لِلدافِنينَ أَخا المَكارِمِ وَالنَدى
لِلَّهِ ما ضَمِنَت بِكَ الأَحجارُ
To those burying the brother of noble deeds and generosity:
For those burying the brother of generosity and bounty,
By God, how great is what the stones have enclosed with you!
By God, the stones have guaranteed you nothing.
لَمّا غَدَوا بِأَغَرَّ أَروَعَ ماجِدٍ
كَالبَدرِ تُستَسقى بِهِ الأَمطارُ
When they set out in the morning with a radiant, awe-inspiring, noble man,
When they set out in the tenderest dawn,
Like the full moon, through whom prayers are made for rain,
Like the moon whose rain is sought,
كادَت تَقَطَّعُ عِندَ ذَلِكَ حَسرَةً
نَفسي وَقَد بَعُدَ الغَداةَ مَزارُ
At that moment, almost torn apart by grief
My soul almost ruptured with grief
Was my soul, his resting place grown distant that morning.
When the morning excursion became but a tomb visit.
صَلّى الإِلَهُ عَلَيكَ مِن ذي حُفرَةٍ
خَلَتِ الدِيارُ لَهُ فَهُنَّ قِفارُ
May God bless you, dweller in a grave,
May God pray upon you from one with a grave,
Whose dwellings lie empty, now desolate wastes.
The houses emptied for him, now desolate ruins,
وَسَقاكَ مِن نَوءِ الثُرَيّا عارِضٌ
تَنهَلُّ مِنهُ ديمَةٌ مِدرارُ
And may a cloud from the Pleiades' rain season water you,
And give you to drink from the starry Pleiades,
From which a steady, abundant rain pours down.
From which pours a constant, flowing spring.
Sol 6.1