قُلْ لِلرَّئِيسِ إِذَا مَرَرْتَ بِسِجْنِهِ
إِنَّ السُّجونَ مَعاهِدُ الأَحْرارِ
Tell Spring, when you pass by his prison:
“Prisons are the schools of the free.”
وَافَيْتَهُ طَوْعاً وَرَأُيكَ ثَابِتٌ
أَنَّ اعْتِقَالَكَ مُطْلَقُ الأَفْكَارِ
You entered it willingly, and I found you steadfast:
your imprisonment sets thought free.
إِنْ يَحْجِبُوكَ فَإِنَّ فِكْرَكَ رافِعٌ
نُوراً تُضَاءُ بِهِ سَبِيلُ السَّارِي
If they hide you, then your thought raises high
a light that illuminates the night-traveler’s path.
كَمْ تَحْجُبُ الظُّلمَاتُ طَوْداً شَامِخَاً
فَيَلُوحُ فَوْقَ ذُراهُ ضَوْءُ مَنَارِ
How often darkness veils a lofty mountain,
while above its peaks the light of a beacon gleams.
إِنَّا لَنَسْمَعُ مِنْ سُكُوتِكَ حِكْمَةً
وَنَرَى هُدىً فِي وَجْهِكَ المُتَوارِي
Indeed, in your silence we hear wisdom,
and in your hidden face we see guidance.
وَإِذَا النُّفوسُ تَجَرَّدَتْ لِمَرَامِهَا
غَنِيتْ عَنِ الأَسْمَاعِ وَالأَبْصَارِ
When souls strip themselves bare for their aims,
they can dispense with hearing and sight.
حَاشَاك أَنْ تَأْسَى وَهَلْ نَأْسَي عَلَى
عِلْمٍ بِأَنَّ التَّم بَعْدَ سِرَارِ
Far be it from you to grieve—and how should we grieve over
the knowledge that the full moon follows the moonless dark?
أَلأَنْبِياءُ انْتَابَهُمْ زَمَنٌ بِهِ
لَزِمُوا التَّفرُّدَ عَنْ رِضىً وَخِيَارِ
Have not the prophets known a time when
they chose solitude freely and by choice?
لَجَأُوا إِلى الْخَلَوَاتِ وَاحْتَبَسُوا بِهَا
شَظِفي المَعَايِشِ لاَبِسِي الأَطْمَارِ
They took refuge in retreats and secluded themselves there,
amid the harshness of life, clad in rags,
مُسْتَجْمِعِينَ مُرَوِّضِينَ قُلُوبَهُمْ
لِقِيَامِ دَعْوَتِهِمْ عَلَى الأَخْطَارِ
mustering their strength and disciplining their hearts
so their mission might stand firm against dangers.
وَمِنَ الغِيَابَاتِ الَّتي أَمْسُوا بِهَا
بَعَثُوا الْهُدَى كَالشَّمْسِ فِي الإِزْهَارِ
And from the hidden depths where they spent their nights,
they sent forth guidance like the sun in the season of bloom.
سَلْ مُوحِشاً فِي طُورِسيِنَا سَامِعاً
كَلِمَ المُهَيْمِنِ فِي اصْطِعَاقِ النَّارِ
Ask the solitary one on Mount Sinai,
who spoke with the Almighty amid the thunderclap of fire.
سَلْ طَيْفَ جُلْجُلَةٍ وَقَدْ تَرَكَ الطَّوَى
مِنْهُ ضِيَاءً فِي بَيَاضِ إِزَارِ
Ask the specter of Golgotha, when wasting hunger had left
of him only radiance in a robe of white.
سَلْ خَالِياً بِحَرَى يُلَبِّي رَبَّهُ
فِي الغَارِ عَمَّا نَابَهُ فِي الغَارِ
Ask the solitary one at Hira, answering his Lord,
in the cave, what befell him in that cave.
بِالْعُزْلَةِ اكْتَمَلُوا وَرُبُّ مُرَوِّضٍ
لِلنَّفسِ حَرَّرَهَا بِالاسْتئْسَارِ
Through solitude they became complete; many a discipliner
of the soul has freed it by taking it captive.
لاَ شَيءَ أَبْلَغَ بِالدُّعَاة إِلى المُنَى
مِنْ أَنْ تمَحِّصهُمْ يَدُ الْمِقْدَارِ
Nothing brings those who call others toward their hopes more surely
than the hand of destiny testing and refining them.
Sol 5.6