أَلطَّائِرُ العَالِي مَرَادُهُ

مَاذَا يُجَثِّمُهُ مُرَادُهْ

The bird with lofty aspirations

What does it want that clips its wings?

قَدْ يَبْتَغِي أَوْجَ السُّهَى

وَيَخُونُ هِمَّتَهُ عَتَادَهْ

It may seek the mountain peaks

Yet betray the zeal of its gear

وَيُصَادُ بَيْنَ صِغَارِهِ

إِنْ عَزَّ فِي القُحْمِ اصْطِيَادُهْ

And be caught among its fledglings

If it glorifies itself with high-flying

أَوْدت بِإِسْمَاعِيلَ نَجْ

دَتُهُ وَأَضْنَاهُ سُهَادُهْ

I wished well for Ismail's state

His state thrived and was prosperous

رَخُصَتْ عَلَيْهِ حَيَاتُهُ

وَغَلَتْ عَلَى قَدْرٍ بِلادُهْ

Life became easy for him

And his land flourished beyond measure

لا بِدْعَ أَنْ تَفْنَى عَزَا

ئِمُهُ وَأَنْ يَأْتِي رُقَادُهْ

Needs end his glory

And his rest comes

وَفَّى الجِهَادَ وَطَاحَ مُخْ

تَتَماً بِصَرْعَتِهِ جِهَادُهْ

He kept his word in the struggle and fell

Vanquished by his own struggle

سَمْحٌ إِذَا جَارَ المَعَا

شُ عَلَيْهِ أَنْصَفَهُ مَعَادُهْ

When hostility overwhelmed him

His fate made amends

أَلأَريَحِيَّةُ ذُخْرُهُ

وَمَكَارِمُ الأَخْلاقِ زَادُهْ

Al-Ariha was his provision

And noble manners his supplies

مُتَشَبِّثٌ بِالحَقِّ يَرْ

عَاهُ وَبِاللهِ اعْتِضَادُهْ

Holding onto truth it sustains him

And in God is his support

جَمَعَ الأَنَامَ عَلَى اخْتِلا

فٍ فِي مَشَارِبِهِمْ وَدَادُهْ

He united the people despite

Their differing interests and affection

جَمْعاً تَأَلَّقَتِ الخُصُو

مُ بِهِ وَفِي ذَاكَ انْفِرَادُهْ

He shone brilliantly among the elite

And therein lies his uniqueness

فَالشَّعْبُ وَفْقٌ فِي هَوَا

هُ مُسَوَّدُوهُ أَوْ سَوَادُهْ

The people follow their own minds

Be they fair or dark

أَشَهِدْتَ لَهْفَتَهُ عَلَيْ

هِ حِينَ قِيلَ دَنَا بِعَادُهْ

You saw his ardor for it

When it was said his foe approached

مَا فِي مُحِبِّيهِ امْرُؤٌ

إِلاَّ أُقِضَّ بِهِ وِسَادُهْ

None of his followers

But were revived by his friendship

تَشْكُو مَرَارَتُهُ السَّؤَا

دَ وَفِي مَرَائِرِهِمْ سُؤَادُهْ

It complains of their bitterness

While in their feelings is its consolation

أَرَأَيْتَ فِي التَّشْيِيعِ مَا الشَّ

عْبُ الحَزِينُ وَمَا احْتِشَادُهْ

Did you see in the procession

The grieving nation and its formation

وَلَمَحْتَ مَا تَحْتَ العُبُو

سَةِ مِنْ شَجىً تُورَى زِنَادُهْ

And you glimpsed beneath the cover

The agonizing grief shown in its flames

وَعَرَفْتَ مِنْ جَمْرِ الأَسَى

مَا لَيْسَ يَسْتُرُهُ رَمَادُهْ

And you knew from the burning embers

What its ashes cannot hide

وَكَأَنَّ بَيْنَ ضُلُوعِهِمْ

كَبِداً أَلَمَّ بِهَا كُبَادُهُ

As if within their chests

A liver pained by its sorrows

أَنَظَرْتَ تَقْوِيضَ البِنَا

ءِ الضَّخْمِ حِينَ هَوَى عِمَادُهْ

You saw the tearing down

Of the mighty edifice as its pillar collapsed

وَطَغَى عَلَى الأَبْصَارِ بَعْ

دَ بَيَاضِهِ الزَّاهِي سَوَادُهْ

And its dazzling whiteness was covered

By the darkness that swept over it

رِيعَتْ لَهُ شُمُّ الصُّرُو

حِ وَعَمَّ أَهْلِيهَا حِدَادُهْ

The fragrance of flowers filled the air

And mourning clothed all its household

فَرَثَى لِذَاكَ البَيْتِ طَا

رِفُ عِزِّهِ وَرَثَى تِلادَهْ

The noble house was eulogized

As was its birthplace

لَهْفِي عَلَى نَجْمٍ خَبَا

لَنْ يُجْدِيَ العَيْنَ افْتِقَادُهْ

I grieve for an extinguished star

That cannot be revived by my gaze

وَعَلَى شَيبِهِ النَّصْلِ أَغْ

مَدَ رَوْنَقَ النَّصْرِ اغْتِمَادُهْ

And for its graying trunk once laden

With the gloss of triumph in its support

أَيْنَ الفَتَى الحُرُّ الأَبِيُّ

وَأَيْنَ سُؤْدَدُهُ وَآدُهْ

Where is the noble and free young man

And where are his friends and brethren

أَيْنَ الأَدِيبُ الأَلْمَعِيُّ

وَمَا يُرَقِّشُهُ مِدَادُهْ

Where is the brilliant man of letters

And what ink flows from his pen

مَا القَوْلُ تُوحِيهِ قَرِي

حَتُهُ وَيُبْدِعُهُ اجْتِهَادُهْ

Except as the meadows blossom

Or as the flowers reap their rewards

إِلاَّ كَمَا تُجْلَى وُرُو

دُ الرَّوْضِ أَوْ تُجْنَى شِهَادُهْ

Where is the kind brother

From whom aid or increase is expected

أَيْنَ الأَخُ البَرُّ الَّذِي

يُرْجَى نَدَاهُ أَوْ ذِيَادُهْ

It suffices the rider if in one lap

His brother's steed outpaces his

أَكْفَى مُقِيلٍ إِنْ كَبَا

بِأَخِيهِ فِي شَوْطٍ جَوَادُهْ

Where is the pure one untainted

In an age steeped in decadence

أَيْنَ النَّقِيًّ الطَّبْعِ فِي

دَهْرٍ قَدِ اسْتَشْرَى فَسَادُهْ

His mark was cleansed of blights

And his hand did not touch filth

طَهْرَتْ مِنَ الأَوْضَارِ شِي

مَتُهُ وَلَمْ يَدْنَسْ بِجَادُهْ

Oh resting place of the twins

Whose beauty was cloaked in stillness

يَا مَضْجَعاً لِلتَّوْأَمَيْ

نِ طَوَى جَمَالَهُمَا جَمَادُهْ

Like the ribs of a wet nurse

Over her children softened in her shelter

كَأَضَالِعِ الحَانِي عَلَى

وَلَدَيْهِ قَدْ لاَنَتْ صِلادُهْ

Quenching and grazing the foe

Spilling from her urns

سَقْياً وَرَعْياً ل عَدَا

كَ العَفْوُ سَاكِبَةً عِهَادُهْ

For the two sleepers interred

As the horizon resumed its bleakness

أَلفَرْقَدَانِ تَوَارَيَا

وَالأُفْقٌ عَاوَدَهُ ارْبِدَادُهْ

Let the third one of the two moons

Find peace, and calm his heart

فَليَعْلُ فِيهِ ثَالِثُ ال

قَمَرَيْنِ وَلْيَسْلَمْ فُؤَادُهْ