طَوى موتُكَ اثنين: المروءةَ، والنَّدى

وأبكى فريقين: الأحبَّةَ، والعِدَا!!

Your death has folded two things: chivalry, and the morning dew

And made two groups weep: loved ones, and enemies!!

وعَطَّلَ للفصحى يراعًا، ومنبرًا

وقوَّضَ للإِسلام صرحًا مُمرَّدَا

It has disabled a pasture for the eloquent, and a pulpit

And undermined a firmly established edifice for Islam

تباركت ربِّي! من لدين محمدٍ؟

أيصبحُ في الدنيا غريبًا كما بدا؟

Blessed is my Lord! Who is left for the religion of Muhammad?

Will it become in the world a stranger as it began?

سرى في حواشِي الليل نعيُك جمرةً

فأوشَكَ فحمُ الليل أن يَتَوقَّدا

The news of your death crept on the margins of night like embers

And almost set the charcoal of night ablaze

تساقط همسًا من شفاه رُواته

فأبرَقَ ما بين الضلوع وأرعَدا

It fell whispering from the lips of its narrators

So it flashed between ribs and rumbled

وهزَّ ربُوعَ الشَّرق، حتى تساءلَت

مِن الهَول: هل يومُ الإمام تجدَّدَا؟

And shook the horizons of the East, until they wondered in awe:

Has the day of the Imam been renewed?

لقد كنتَ من هدى الإمام بقيَّةً

فلما فقدناها، فقدنا محمدًا

You were indeed a remainder of the Imam's guidance

So when we lost it, we lost Muhammad

هل الأزهرُ المعمورُ يعرفُ من نعى

وأيَّ سيوفِ اللهِ في التُّربِ أَغمَدا؟

Does the populated Al-Azhar know whom it has lamented

And which of God's swords are now sheathed in the soil?

لقد كنتَ سيفًا لا يُفل بكفِّه

وقد تِظلمُ الكَفُّ الحسامَ المَهنَّدا

You were a flawless sword in his grip

And a sword's grip may wrong the polished blade

وكنتَ حريًّا أن تشُقَّ لأهله

سبيلَ العُلاَ، لو كان أَمهلَكَ الردى

You were truly free to pave a way to supremacy for your people

Had time spared you from its havoc

أتيتَ طبيبًا آسيًا لجراحه

فوالله، ما قصَّرتَ، بل قَصُرَ المَدى

You came as a grieved physician for its wounds

By God, you did no wrong, but time was too short

تَولَّيْتَهُ حينًا، فلم تجن مغنمًا

معاذَ العُلاَ بل كنت تَشقَى ليَسعدا

You tended to it for a while, gaining no profit

But suffering for its prosperity instead of seeking power

رَأَى عهدك الميمون رؤيا سعيدةً

ولكنها في الصَّحْوِ ما ذهبت سُدى

Your blessed era saw auspicious visions

But they did not last beyond the awakening

لئِن كان في الحُسبان عهدُكَ لمحةً

لقد كان في الإصلاح عهدُك سرمدا

If your era was but a glimpse in time

Yours was an eternal era in reform

تركت مكانًا لا يُسدُّ فراغُه

وخلَّفتَ مَن يَسعى وراءَكُ مُجهَدا

You have left a place whose void cannot be filled

And left behind those who toil to follow in your steps

طَهُرتَ فأعرى طهرُكَ المحضُ معشرًا

وولَّدَ في بعض النفوس التمرُّدا

Your pure sincerity has exposed many hypocrites

And bred rebellion in some souls

وكنتَ مثالَ الزُّهد لا عن خصاصةٍ

إذا خرَّ بعضُ الناس للمال سُجَّدا

You were an example of asceticism, not out of miserliness

While others bow down before money in worship

إذا عَصَم اللؤمُ اللئيمَ من الأَذى

فقد كنتَ من هذا السلاح مجردَّا

When rogues are immune from harm

You had no use for such a weapon

رفعتَ لواءَ الشَّرقِ في الغرب، واكتسى

بك المظهرُ الشَّرقُي عزًّا وسُؤدُدا

You carried the banner of the East in the West, and Eastern demeanor was clothed

With you in dignity and steadfastness

وزَانَكَ ثوبٌ زانهُ النُّبلُ، والتُّقى

فلُحمَتهُ هذا، وذاكَ له سدى

Your attire was graced by nobility and piety

The former tailored it, the latter gave it away as charity

لقد غَّض من شأن العمامةِ معشرٌ

فَشِدتَ لها بين السماكين مقعدا

A group has demeaned the significance of the turban

So you upheld it firmly between the two sides of your head

بكى النيلُ نيلاً كان في مثل طهره

ولكنه أصفى وأنقعَ للصَّدى

A Nile wept a flood the likes of which

Never poured forth purer or more copiously for replenishment

خضمٌ من العرفان غاض مَعينُهُ

وكنزٌ بأيدي المُعوزين تبدَّدَا

A spring of knowledge has diminished, its well running dry

And treasure in the hands of the poor has been squandered

لئن أسرَ الأحرارَ حُسنُ صنيعه

فكم أطلقَ الرأيَ الأسيرَ المَقَّيدا

If his good deed has captivated the noble souls

How many an imprisoned opinion has he freed

فتًى حرَّرَ الإسلامَ من رِقَّ معشرٍ

يَرون الجريءَ الحرَّ ليس مُوحِّدا

A young man who liberated Islam from the slavery of a group

Who see the bold and free as non-monotheists

قضى واجب الأوطان والدين كاملاً

وأصدر في كلِّ الأمور وأورَدَا

He fully performed the duties of nation and religion

And exercised wisdom and fairness in all matters

ولم يقض في ظلِّ الصوامع عيشهُ

قعيدًا، وليس المسلمُ الحقُّ قُعددا

He did not spend his life in the shadows of monasteries

Sitting idle, for the true Muslim is no idler

رَأى العلمُ فيه فيلسوفًا، وما رأَى

به الدينُ إلا قانتًا مُتعبِّدا

Science saw in him a philosopher, and religion

Saw none but a devoted worshipper

فقُل للتُّفاةِ الجامدين: رويدَكم

متى كانت التَّقوى صلاةً ومسجدا؟

So say to the rigid nonconformists: Gently!

Since when is piety ritual prayer and mosque?

وما كلُّ من يغشى المعابد مؤمنًا

ولا كلُّ من يستَخدمُ العقلَ مُلحدا

Not everyone who attends temples is a believer

Nor is everyone who employs reason an atheist

حملنَا على الأعناق بالأمس نعشهُ

وقد كاد يُزجيه زفيرٌ تصعَّدا!

Only yesterday we carried his coffin on our shoulders

It almost spilled his remains from the escaping sighs!

لكم ثَمَّ عينٌ سال كالعين ماؤها

وكم ثَمَّ خذ بالدموع تَخدَّدا!

How many eyes shed tears copiously like springs

How many cheeks were furrowed by tears!

وسار به ركبُ الفناءِ، ومن يسر

به الرَّكبُ في تلك المجاهل أبعدا

The caravan of mortality took him, and whoever gladly travels

That unknown path travels far

وحَطُّوا على جسر المنيَّة رَحلةُ

ومالوا به بُرجًا منيعًا مُشيَّدًا

They halted at the bridge of death, their journey ended

And turned towards a lofty erected edifice

فخلتُ فؤادي كفَّ عن خفقانه

وخلتُ دمي بين العُروق تجمَّدا

There my heart stopped its pulsation

And my blood congealed between veins

هنالِك أحسَسْتُ الفراقَ وهولَه

وقدَّستُ ربًّا بالبقاء تفردَّا

It was there I sensed the horror of separation

And sanctified the singularly Eternal Lord

فيا ضيعةَ الآمالِ من بعدِ مصطفى!

لقد كان للآمال في مصرَ معقدا

O disappointment for hopes after Mustafa!

Your hopes in Egypt had a knot

فتى ما أوته بل أواها مناصبٌ

تقلَّدَ من عليائها ما تقلَّدا

A young man who attained no rank but declined them

He took from its supremacy only what he took

إذا اتَّخذ الناس المناصبَ متجرًا

فما اقتات منها قوتَ يومٍ ولا ارتَدَى

If people make ranks a trade

He gained from them no day's provision, nor was adorned

سلوا سَاسةَ الوادي: أما كان مصطفى

أعفَّهُمو نفسًا، وأنزهَهُم يدا؟

Ask the politicians of the Nile Valley: Wasn't Mustafa

The most ascetic of selves and purest of hands?

هو الجبل الراسي؛ حجًا، ورزانةً

إذا الحادثُ الطاغي أقام وأقعدا

He was the steady mountain, in dignity and composure

When raging misfortune rose and sat

تَزلُّ مياهُ البحر عن جَنَباتهِ

إذا البحر في الأنواء أرغَى وأزبدا

The waters of the sea recede from his sides

When the turbulent sea roars and foams

صموتٌ، إذا ما الصمتُ كان بلاغةً

فإن قال، راشَ القولَ سهمًا مسدَّدا

Silent when silence is eloquent

And if he spoke, his words flew straight like arrows

وينفذ مثلَ النَّصل فيما يُريده

وإن كان غُصنًا في الوداعةِ أملَدا

Piercing his target like a spearhead

Yet pliant like a branch in cordiality

طليقٌ محيَّاهُ يزيدُ بشاشةً

إذا الأفْقُ بالغيم الكثيف تَلَبَّدا

Free, his liveliness ever increasing

When the horizon is shrouded in thick clouds

تحَدَّى العصامِّيين؛ عزمًا، وهمَّةً

وِبذَّ العظاميِّين؛ أصلاً، ومَحتِدا

He challenged the despairing and aspiring alike

In determination, ambition, origin and purpose

نمتهُ أصولٌ لو نمى النجمَ بعضُها

لحرَّكَ عِطفَيه من التِّيهِ إن بدا

Some of the principles that nurtured him

Could, if a star gained but a fraction, rouse it from its orbit

وربَّاه بيتٌ يخدمُ الناسَ شيخهُ

وإن كان فيه الطِّفلُ يولدُ سيِّدا

And a house raised him, whose elder serves people

Even if the child in it is born a master

على البرِّ والتقوى تأسّسَ ركنُهُ

ومن لبنات العلمِ والدين شُيِّدا

His foundation is built on righteousness and piety

Constructed from bricks of knowledge and religion

نما زَهرُ الآداب حولَ سياجه

وصاحَ به طيرُ البيان مُغرِّدا

The blossoms of literature thrived around his fence

And the birds of rhetoric chirped within

وطابت ثمارُ الفكرِ في ظلِّ روضه

وأُنشدَ فيه الشعرُ درًّا منضَّدا

The fruits of thought flourished in the shade of his garden

As refined poetry was sung in it

تُشاهدُ فيه الشافعيَّ، ومالكًا

وتلقى ابنَ عبَّاد به، والمُبَرِّدا

You see in it Al-Shafi'i, Malik

And meet Ibn 'Abbad in it, and Al-Mubarrad

فَلِلعلم فيه سامرٌ أيُّ سامرٍ

وللأدبِ العالي هنالك مُنتدى

Knowledge has a gathering in it - what gathering!

And the heights of literature have a forum there

ولما دعت مصرُ، اشرأبَت قبابُهُ

وكادَت مغانيه تصيخُ إلى الندا

And when Egypt called, its domes fluttered

Its songs almost bursting into echo

ودقِّت بيمناها القضيَّةُ بابهُ

فقدَّم من حرِّ الدماء لها الفدا

The cause knocked at its door with its right hand

So he sacrificed his pure blood as ransom

بنت مصرُ بيتَ الرازقيِّين قلعةً

ورَّبَّت بنيه للكتائبِ قُوَّدا

Egypt built the house of the Razzakiyya as a fortress

And reared its children as brave battalions

يُلقِّنُ فتيان الحمى خدمةَ الحمى

ويغشاه طلاَّبُ المبادئ معهدا

He teaches the zealous youth to serve the cause

As students of principles attend his school

إمامَ الهدى، أدَّيتَ لله حقَّهُ

وخلَّفت للساري طريقًا مُعبَّدا

Imam of guidance, you performed what God has commanded

And left a paved path for those who follow

صحائفُ مجدٍ تيَّم الزَّهر نفحها

وسار على مِشكاتها النجمُ؛ فاهتدى

Pages of glory whose blossoms the stars envy

As the stars are guided by its lanterns

لعمري، لوَ أن الموتَ أبقى علي

لبيضِ أياديه، لعشتَ مُخلَّدا

By my life! Had death spared me

To kiss its hands, you would have lived immortalized

عهدتُكَ تهفو للقريض؛ فهاكَهُ

وهل يسمع النَّائي المحجَّبُ مُنشدا؟

I knew you aspired for poetry, so take it

But can the secluded hear the chanter from afar?

عليك سلامُ الله من مُتَرَحِّل

قضى ما شكا داءً، ولا راعَ عُوَّدا

Upon you is God's peace from one who departs

Having fulfilled his purpose, craving no more

مشى، ورسولُ الموت يحسبُ خطوهُ

وأَومَا، يُحيِّي أهلَهُ، فتشهَّدا

He walked as the angel of death counted his steps

He slumbered, bidding his family farewell before death

وما بارح الأسماعَ وقعُ حديثه

فكيف به أمسى حديثًا مردَّدا؟

And he barely left our hearing when the echo of his voice faded

How then has his voice become an oft-repeated tale?

كذلك يقضي الرازقيُّون نحبهم

نجومٌ تهاوى؛ فرقدًا، ثم فرقدا

Thus the Razzakiyya pass away, their meteors falling

First slumbering, then one after another into slumber

لحا الله دنيا يصبحُ المرءُ آمنًا

أَذاها، ويُمسي في الضريح مُوسَّدا

If only the world would allow one to live safely

From its woes, and be laid to rest in the grave

وما الحمقُ إلا أن تفكِّر في غدٍ

وأنتَ رهينُ الموتِ؛ لا تَضَمنُ الغدا!

What foolery, to ponder tomorrow

While hostage to death, guaranteeing no tomorrow!