أَيُّ فَتَىً لِلْعَظِيمِ نَنْدُبُهُ
شَاطَ عَلَى أَنْصُلِ الرِّمَاحِ دَمُهْ
What youth do we eulogize for the sublime one
Whose blood flowed freely over the tips of spears?
أَسْلَمَهُ صَحْبُهُ وَمَا عَلِمُوا
أَنْ سَوْفَ يَمْحُو وُجُودَهُمْ عَدَمُهْ
His companions surrendered him without knowing
That his absence would erase their existence.
زَالَ الأُلَى حَاذَرُوا مَصَارِعَهُمْ
وَلَمْ تَزُلْ عَنْ مَكَانِهَا قَدَمُهْ
The banners still stand guard, wary of their places of death,
Yet his feet never wavered from their post.
طَاحَ بِجُثْمَانِهِ الرَّدَى وَرَقَا
إِلَى سَمَوَاتِ رَبِّهِ نَسَمُهْ
In his corpse fell glory, and to the heavens of his Lord ascended
His soul.
نِعْمَ فَتَى الْحَرْبِ فِي الْهِيَاجِ إِذْ
شَبَّ لَظَى الْبَأْسَاءِ وَاعْتَلَى ضَرَمُهْ
What an excellent warrior amidst the frenzy of war
When the fierce flames were kindled and the battle ensued!
قَدْ أَلِفَتْ صُحْبَةَ الْقَنَا يَدُهُ
وَاعْتَادَ لَبَّيْكَ فِي السَّمَاحِ فَمُهْ
His hand grew accustomed to the companionship of the spear,
And his mouth grew used to answering the call with “At your service!”
لَيْسَ بِهَيَّابَةٍ وَلا وَكَلٍ
بَلْ صَادِقٌ فِي اللِّقَاءِ مُعْتَرَفُهْ
Neither hesitant nor relenting,
But honest in the encounter, his confession.
إِنْ صَالَ فَلَّ الْعِدَا بِصَوْلَتِهِ
أَوْ قَالَ أَرْوَتْ مُشَاشَنَا كَلِمُهْ
If he advanced, the enemies were turned on their heels by his assault,
Or if he said, “Our dialogue has quenched our thirst,” his words did so.
يَنْكَفِتُ الْجَيْشُ حِينَ يَفْجَؤُهُ
وَيَصْعَقُ الْقِرْنُ حِينَ يَلْتَزِمُهْ
The army collapses when it is taken by surprise,
And the battalion is shocked when it is confronted.
بَكَى بِدَمْعِ الْفِرِنْدِ صَارِمُهُ
وَانْشَقَّ مِنْ طُولِ حُزْنِهِ قَلَمُهْ
His blade wept with the tears of separation,
And his pen cracked from the length of sadness.
فَمَنْ إِلَى مَلْجَإِ الضَّعِيفِ إِذَا
أَقْبَلَ لَيْلٌ وَأَطْبَقَتْ ظُلَمُهْ
To whom does the helpless turn in times
Of darkness and gloom?
وَمَنْ يَقُودُ الزُّحُوفَ رَاجِفَةً
وَالْيَوْمُ بِالْحَرْبِ سَاطِعٌ قَتَمُهْ
And who leads the galloping steeds
When the day shines bright with war?
مَاتَ وَأَبْقَى شَجَىً لِفُرْقَتِهِ
يَكَادُ يَفْرِي قُلُوبَنَا أَلَمُهْ
He died but left behind sorrow for his loss,
Its pain almost bursting our hearts.
فَاذْهَبْ عَلَيْكَ السَّلامُ مِنْ بَطَلٍ
مَاتَ وَعَاشَتْ مِنْ بَعْدِهِ نِعَمُهْ
So farewell, oh hero,
You died but your goodness lived on after you.
