يَا مِصْرُ كَمْ فِي سِيرَةِ الجِيلِ الَّذِي
يَمْضِي هُدىً لِلوَاحِقِ الأَجْيالِ
O Egypt, how richly the life of that generation is filled—
a generation that goes on as guidance for generations yet to come.
سِيرِي وَبَشِّي لِلْخُطُوبِ فَإِنَّما
تِلْكَ الخُطُوبُ نَجَائبُ الآمَالِ
Go forward, and bring glad tidings to calamities; for truly
those calamities are the noble steeds of hope.
مَاذَا أَعَدِّدُ مِنْ مَنَاقِبِ أَحْمدَ
فِي الخَطْبِ مَا فِيهِ مِنَ الإِذْهَالِ
What virtues of Ahmad have you mustered
amid this calamity, with all the bewildering shock it holds?
تِلْكَ المَنَاقبُ دُونَ كُلِّ حَقِيقَةٍ
مِنْهَا إِذَا وُصِفَتْ أَعَزُّ خَيَالِ
Those virtues fall short of every true account
of them; when described, they lie beyond imagination.
لاَ تَسْتَطِيعُ يَرَاعَةٌ تَفْصِيلَهَا
وَلَعَلَّهَا تُغْيِي عَلَى الإِجْمَالِ
No reed pen can set them out in full;
perhaps, told in sum, they will suffice.
وَأَجَلُّهَا تِلْكَ المُفَادَاةُ الَّتِي
هِيَ آيَة الإِحْسَانِ وَالإِجْمَالِ
And foremost I record that self-sacrifice which
is the sign of benevolence and gracious generosity.
مَا مَوْتُ أَحْمَدَ حَتْفَ أَنْفٍ إِنَّهُ
لَلْقَتْلُ فِي عُقْبَى أَشَدِّ نِزَالِ
Ahmad’s death was no natural death; indeed it was
the fiercest combat with death in its final outcome.
لَبَّى نِدَاء ضَمِيرِهِ لَمَّا دَعَا
دَاعِي الحِفَاظِ فَجَالَ أَيَّ مَجَالِ
He answered his conscience’s call when
honor’s summons sounded—and what a field he ranged!
تَعْتَاقهُ الحُمَّى وَلاَ يَلْوِي بِهَا
هَلْ عَاقَتِ الضِّرْغَامَ دُونَ صِيَالِ
Fever sought to hinder him, but he would not be turned by it;
has fever ever barred the lion from its charge?
يَا خَيْرَ مَنْ حَامَى فَكَانَ لِكُلِّ مَنْ
حَامَى بِقُدْوَتِهِ أَجَلَّ مِثَالِ
O best of those who defended the cause, becoming for every
defender who followed your example the noblest model.
جُزْتَ الفِدَى لَمَّا نَهَاكَ الطِّب أَوْ
تَرْدَى فَلَمْ تَمْنَحْهُ أَدْنَى بَالِ
You surpassed self-sacrifice when medicine forbade you—or
when ruin loomed—yet you paid it not the slightest heed.
وَأَجَبْتَ إِنِّي لَمْ أَضِنَّ عَلَى الحِمَى
بِدَمِ الشَّباِب فَمَا الدِّمَاءُ بِغَالِي
And you replied: “I have not begrudged the homeland
my young blood—for surely no blood is too dear.”
لاَ يَكْرُثُ الرِّئْبَالَ أَنْ يُمْنَى وَقَدْ
مُنِعَ العَرِينُ بِصَرْعَةِ الرِّئْبَالِ
The lion cares nothing for dying once
it has made the lair secure by the lion’s fall.
كَلاَّ وَلاَ النَّجمَ الَّذِي فِيهِ الهُدَى
لِلنَّاسِ أَنْ يَرْفَضَّ بالإِشْعَالِ
Nor does the star whose light guides
mankind mind pouring itself out in blazing flame.
مَا رَاعَ قَلْبَكَ فِي الغَرَانِيقِ العُلَى
إِلاَّ كِرَامٌ عُرِّضُوا لِنَكَالِ
Nothing alarmed your heart among those lofty young eagles
except noble men exposed to exemplary punishment.
وَقَفُوا بِمَقْمَرَةِ الحُتُوفِ لِشُبْهَةٍ
وَالعُمْرُ رَهْنُ إِجَابَةٍ وَسُؤَالِ
They stood in a graveyard of deaths upon mere suspicion,
while life itself stood hostage to answer and interrogation.
فَعَمَدْتَ تَنْفِي بِاليَقِينِ مِنَ النُّهَى
مَا دَسَّ مِنْ رَيْب لِسَانُ القَالِي
So you set yourself to clearing minds, with certainty,
of every doubt secretly sown by rumor’s tongue.
وَرَأَى العُدُولُ الحَقَّ أَبْلَجَ مَا بِهِ
فَنَدٌ وَتَمَّت حِيرَةُ العُذَّالِ
The enemy saw the truth, radiant, with no
falsehood in it, and the fault-finders’ bewilderment was complete.
نَادَيْتَ يَا لَلْعَدلِ لِلبَلَدِ الَّذِي
أَمْسى أَعَزُّ بَنِيهِ فِي الأَغْلاَلِ
You cried, “O Justice!” for a country whose
dearest sons had come to be in chains.
فَأَجَابَ دَعْوَتِكَ القَضَاءُ مُنَزَّهاً
في الحُكْمِ عَنْ خَطَلٍ وَعنْ إِخْلاَلِ
Then the stainless judiciary answered your appeal
with a judgment free of error and dereliction.
لَم يَخْشَ إِلاَّ رَبَّه فِي حُكْمِهِ
وَنَبَا بِقِيل لِلْوُشَاةِ وَقَالِ
It feared none but its Lord in its judgment,
spurned the informers’ fetter, and said:
رَدَّ الأُولَى سُجِنُوا بِلاَ ذَنْبٍ إِلَى
مَنْ وَدَّعُوا مِنْ أُسْرَةٍ وَعِيالِ
“Return those imprisoned without guilt to
the families and children they left behind.
قَدْ نِيلَ مِنْ أَقْدَامِهِمْ بِعِقَالِهِمْ
أَمَّا النُّفوسُ فَلَمْ تُنَلْ بِعقَالِ
Their feet indeed have been caught by their shackles,
but no shackle ever reached their souls.”
بِجَمِيلِ مَا أَبْلَيْتَ فِي إِنْقَاذِهِمْ
قَرَّتْ نَوَاظِرُ قَوْمِهِمْ وَالآلِ
Through the noble service you rendered in rescuing them,
the eyes of their people and kin were gladdened.
أَحْيَيْتَهُمْ وَقَضَيْتَ ذَاكَ هُوَ الفِدى
وَهْوَ النَّوَالُ وَرَاءَ كُلِّ نَوَالِ
You restored them to life, and you died: that is self-sacrifice—
a gift surpassing every gift.
فَضْلٌ خَتَمْتَ بِهِ حَيَاتَكَ مُثْبِتاً
فِي إِثْرِهَا شَفَقاً بَدِيعَ جَمَالِ
Thus the seal with which you closed your life remained fixed,
leaving in its wake an afterglow of wondrous beauty.
إِنْ لَمْ تُوَفِّ النَّاسُ شُكْرَكَ فَلْيَكُنْ
لَكَ خَيْرُهُ مِنْ رَبِّك المُتَعَالِي
If the people do not fully repay the thanks they owe you, may
its choicest reward be yours from your Lord Most High.
Sol 5.6