يا ناصرَ الدّينِ يا بنَ الأكرمين ومَن
يُغني نَدَى كفّه عن وابِل الدّيَمِ
O Nāṣir al-Dīn, O son of the noblest—O you
whose bounty leaves his hand no need of the cloudburst of lasting rains,
ومَن حوَى السّبْقَ في فضلٍ وفي ورَعٍ
وفي عفافٍ وفي دينٍ وفي كَرَمِ
you who have carried off the lead in excellence and scrupulous piety,
and in chastity, faith, and generosity.
أنت العَيِيُّ على مَا فيكَ من لَسَنٍ
عَن لاَ وأفصحُ خلقِ اللهِ في نَعَمِ
For all your eloquence, you are tongue-tied
before “no,” yet the most eloquent of God’s creatures in saying “yes.”
تُولي الجميلَ بِلا مَنٍّ تكدِّرُهُ
لا كدَّرَ اللهُ ما أولاكَ من نِعَمِ
You bestow kindness with no reminder of favor to mar it;
may God never mar the blessings He has bestowed upon you.
هذا ابنُ عمِّكَ في أسرِ الفِرَنجِ له
حولٌ تجرَّم في الأغْلاَلِ والظُّلَمِ
Here is your cousin, a captive of the Franks: he has
endured a full year in fetters and darkness.
يدعُوكَ لا بل أنا الدّاعِي نداكَ له
يا خيرَ من عَلِقَتْهُ كفُّ معتصمِ
He calls upon you—no, it is I who summon your bounty for him,
O best of all whom a refuge-seeker’s hand has grasped.
وأنت أكرمُ مَن تَثْنَيه عاطفةُ ال
قُربَى ويرجوه للجُلَّى ذُوَو الرَّحِمِ
And you are the most generous man moved by the claims of
kinship, whom blood-kindred seek in dire calamity.
ومَن تكنْ أنتَ مولاهُ وناصرَهُ
فكيف تسطو عليه كفُّ مهتضِمِ
Whoever has you for his patron and defender—
how can an oppressor’s hand strike him?
لا تُحْوِجَنِّي إلى منِّ الرجال فما
حمْلُ الأيادِي وإن أعسرْتُ من شِيمِي
Do not make me need the favors of men, for
bearing others’ favors, even in hardship, is not my way.
ولا تظنَّنِي أدعو سِواك ولا
يفوهُ مجتدِياً إلا إليكَ فَمِي
Nor suppose that I call upon anyone but you; never
does my mouth speak as a suppliant except to you.
علامَ أرتشفُ الرّنْقَ الأُجَاجَ وقد
رَوَّيتَ كلَّ صدٍ من بحرِك الشَّبِمِ
Why should I sip turbid, briny water when
you have slaked every thirsty soul from your cool sea?
أنا ابنُ عمِّكَ فاجعلني بفكِّ أخي
من أسرِه لك عبداً ما مشتْ قَدَمِي
I am your cousin; by your own hand, my brother, make me,
freed from this captivity, your devoted servant as long as my feet walk.
فمِلكُ مثليَ لا يغلُو بما بَذَلَ ال
مبتاعُ فيه ولا يُستام بالقِيَمِ
For possession of one like me cannot cost too much, whatever the
buyer spends on him; nor can he be priced by any valuation.
Sol 5.6