سَلِمَتْ مِنْ شَوَائِبِ التَّكدِيرِ
أَعْيُنُ السَّيدِ الهُمَامِ الأَمِيرِ
The eyes of the noble prince are clear of troubling sorrows,
Though a passing cloud has shaded their light.
مَا عَرَاهَا أَذىً وَلَكِنْ تَغَشَّى
عَارِضٌ دُونهَا جَلاءَ النُّورِ
A fleeting veil, moving on,
Has dimmed their usual radiance for a time.
طَيْفُ غَادٍ مِنَ السَّحابِ موَلٍّ
شَابَ فِي سَيْرِهِ صَفَاءَ غَدِيرِ
The shadow of a star's passing
Has clouded its brightness at its zenith.
ظِلُّ جِرْمٍ قَدْ مَرَّ فِي سَمْتِ نَجْمٍ
فَحَمَى نُورَهُ أَوَان المُرُورِ
Can serenity suffer any real harm
From a transient mist that comes between?
هَلْ عَلى سَالِمِ النَّوَاظِرِ بَأسٌ
مِنْ غِشَاءٍ يَكون فِي المَنْظورِ
May God preserve your dear eyes
And guard them from all impending ills,
حَفِظَ اللّهُ مُقْلَتيْكَ وَأَقْصَى
عَنْهُمَا كُلَّ طَارِيءٍ مَحْذُورِ
For if they are lowered, it is but merciful restraint
Of self and virtue, nothing less.
وَلَئِنْ أَغْضَتَا فَعَادَةُ صَفْحٍ
فِيهِمَا عَن عَفَافِ نَفسٍ وَخِيرِ
And if they seem clouded, it is but
What they have shielded from your generous hands.
وَلئِنْ غُصَّتا فذَلك مِمَّا
غَضَّتا عَنْ نَدَى يَدَيْكَ الكَثِيرِ
A nobility that surpasses generosity, made perfect
By the hand of destiny.
شِيمَةٌ جَازَتِ السَّماحَةَ فَضْلا
فاسْتَتَمَّت عَلى يَدِ المَقْدُورِ
With a spirit accepting of trials
And a heart thankful in suffering.
بِضَمِيرٍ عَلى البَلاءِ نَقِيٍّ
وَفُؤَادِ عَلى المُصَابِ شَكُورِ
No being but is tried by fate one day,
Though great events seem trivial.
كُلُّ خُلْقٍ مَا رَاضَهُ الدَّهرُ يوْماً
بِكِبَارِ الصُّرُوفِ غَيْرُ كَبِيرِ
So trouble cannot banish
Tenderness from a valiant heart.
هَكَذَا البَأْسُ إِنَّما لَيْسَ يَنفِي
مِنْ فُؤَادِ الشُّجاع لُطْفَ الشُّعُورِ
Between grief and solace you have
A noble balance and wise patience.
لَكَ بَيْنَ الأَسَى وَبَيْنَ التَّأسِّي
ثُكلُ وَافٍ وَرُشْدُ هَادٍ صَبْورِ
Sometimes grief prevails and is endured,
For sorrows small and great are equal.
سَاعَةً يَغْلُبُ التَّأسِّي فَتُلْفَى
وَجَلِيلُ الأُمُورِ مِثْلُ الصَّغيرِ
And sometimes you grieve in remembrance until
Tears soften even unyielding rocks.
وَأَوَاناً تَأْسَى عَلى الذِّكْرِ حَتَّى
لَيُلِينُ البُكَاءُ صُمَّ الصخُورِ
When I see you burning with love
For one so newly gone, one so young,
فَلَقَدْ أَلْتَقِيكَ تُلهَبُ شَوْقاً
لِفَقِيدٍ غَضِّ الشَّبابِ نَضِيرِ
I see in your downcast eyes
Signs of wakefulness and reflection.
فَإِذَا مِنْكَ فِي غُضُونِ المُحَيَّا
مَلْمَحٌ لِلسُّهادِ وَالتَّفكِيرِ
And in your face, his image still,
Clear as crystal in the brow.
وَإِذَا مِنْكَ رَسْمُ ذَاكَ المُفَدَّى
فِي جَبِينٍ يَشِفُّ كَالْبَلُّورِ
He seems to gaze from that spirit world
As a bright distant star gazes down.
يَتَرَاءَى مِنْ عَالَمِ الغَيْبِ فِيهِ
كَتَرَائِي النَّجْمِ البَعِيدِ المُنِيرِ
And I see in your eyes a far-off look
That stretches to the end of time.
وَأَرَى فِي العُيُونِ مِنْكَ لِحَاظاً
تَتَرَامَى إِلى خَوَالِي الدُّهُورِ
Pursuing him there, intent upon him still,
The worst of fates, to lose the past.
لاحِقَاتٍ بِهِ حِرَاصاً عَلَيْهِ
وَسُلُوُّ المَاضِينَ شَرُّ القُبُورِ
I see tears flowing hot with grief
From a heart wounded and mournful.
وَأَرَى أَدْمُعاً تَسيلُ حِرَاراً
مِنْ فُؤَادٍ مُكَلَّمٍ مَحُرُورِ
Like streams bursting with the melting snows
That pour from mountain heights.
كَمِياَهِ العُيُونِ تَجْرِي بِذَوْبٍ
مِنْ مَشِيبِ الجِبَالِ مِلْءَ النُّهُورِ
The flowing tears and springs are equal in purity
Except that grief's waters are bitter.
يَسْتَوِي الجَارِيَانِ بِالصَّفْوِ إِلاَّ
أَنَّ مَاءَ الدَّمُوعِ غَيْرُ قَريرِ
Enough, O Muhammad, your eyes have wept enough,
O exhausted by these copious tears.
حَسْبُ جَفْنيْك يَا مُحَمَّدُ جُوداً
تَعِبَاً مِنْ هَذَا البُكاءِ الغَزِيرِ
Can you weep when you are granted such knowledge
Of the Giver's grace and the Powerful's decree?
أَفتبْكِي وَأَنْتَ أَوْسَعُ عِلْمَاً
بِسَمَاحِ المُعْطِي وَسَلْبِ القَدِيرِ
Can you weep when your son is comfort enough,
When children throng about you?
أَفَتَبْكِي وَإِنَّ نَجْلَك يُغْنِي
مِنْ كِرَامِ البَنِينِ عَنْ جُمْهُورِ
Can you weep when the departed one
Now dwells blissful amid the maidens of paradise?
أَفتبْكِي وَمِنْ بَنِيك وَفِيرٌ
هُمْ بنُو ذلِك النَّوَالِ الوَفِيرِ
Forever alive in your heart and mind,
Fixed in conscience and in spirit.
أَفتبْكِي وَمَنْ جزِعْتَ عَلَيْهِ
نَاعِمٌ فِي الجِنانِ بَيْنَ الحُورِ
Fulfilled by your enduring devotion,
Carried far on departing steeds.
خالِدُ الذِّكْرِ فِي فُؤَادِكَ حَيٌّ
ثَابِتُ الرسْمِ فِي النُّهَى وَالضَّمِيرِ
These tears cannot alter
What is foreordained and precisely measured.
نَائِلٌ مِنْ جَمِيلِ وُدِّكَ أَوْفى
بِرِّ بَاقٍ بِرَاحِلٍ مَبْرُورِ
But Allah willed goodness to be fruitful
So he watered it with their pure flow.
مَا تُرَى هَذِهِ المَدَامِعُ تُغْنِي
مِنْ قَضَاءٍ مُحَتَّم التَّقدٍيرِ
لَكِنِ اللّهُ شَاءَ لِلبِرِّ خِصْباً
فَسَقَاهُ مِنْ مَائِهِنَّ الطَّهورِ
