لَوif أَنَّthat قَلبَكِyour heart مِثلُlike قَلبيmy heart مُغرَمٌenamored
لَو أَنَّ قَلبَكِ مِثلُ قَلبي مُغرَمٌ
لَمwould not يَثنِturn aside عِطفَكِyour side ماwhat تَقولُsay اللُوَّمُthe blamers
لَم يَثنِ عِطفَكِ ما تَقولُ اللُوَّمُ
If your heart were enamored like mine,
If your heart were like mine, so captivated,
the blamers' words would not have turned you away.
Reproaches would not turn your affection away.
لَكِنbut عَدَتكِpassed you by صَبابَتيmy ardent longing فَأَطَعتِهِمso you obeyed them
لَكِن عَدَتكِ صَبابَتي فَأَطَعتِهِم
شَتّانَfar apart are خالٍunoccupied قَلبُهُhis heart وَمُتَيَّمُand one enslaved by love
شَتّانَ خالٍ قَلبُهُ وَمُتَيَّمُ
But my ardent longing passed you by, so you obeyed them:
But your youth obeyed the blamers so you obeyed them,
how far apart are an unoccupied heart and one enslaved by love!
Great is the difference between an arid heart and one downcast.
عوديvisit مَريضاًa sick man فيin يَدَيكَyour two hands شِفاؤُهُhis cure
عودي مَريضاً في يَدَيكَ شِفاؤُهُ
إِشفيheal وَأَنتِand you بِماof what يُكابِدُhe endures أَعلَمُknow best
إِشفي وَأَنتِ بِما يُكابِدُ أَعلَمُ
Visit a sick man whose cure lies in your hands;
Return to me, ailing, that I may heal you
heal him—you know best what he endures.
Cure me, for you know well what I endure.
أَوor فَاِحسِميthen put an end to شَكواهُhis complaint مِنfrom داءِthe sickness of الهَوىlove
أَو فَاِحسِمي شَكواهُ مِن داءِ الهَوى
إِنif كانَis داءُthe sickness of هَواكِloving you مِمّاamong what يُحسَمُcan be ended
إِن كانَ داءُ هَواكِ مِمّا يُحسَمُ
Or put an end to his complaint of love's sickness,
Or end the malady of desire outright,
if the sickness of loving you can be ended.
If your desire be of those that can be ended.
وَلَقَلَّماand very rarely وَجَدَhas found المَريضُthe sick man لِدائِهِfor his illness
وَلَقَلَّما وَجَدَ المَريضُ لِدائِهِ
بُرءاًa cure إِذاwhen كانَis الطَبيبَthe physician المُسقِمُthe one causing sickness
بُرءاً إِذا كانَ الطَبيبَ المُسقِمُ
Rarely has a sick man found for his illness
Seldom has a patient found a cure
a cure when the physician is the one who sickened him.
When his healer is himself diseased.
وَوَراءَand beyond ماwhat يَبدوappears لِعَينِكِto your eye مِنof ضَنىًwasting sickness
وَوَراءَ ما يَبدو لِعَينِكِ مِن ضَنىً
وَجَدٌpassion بِأَثناءِwithin the folds of الضُلوعِthe ribs مُكَتَّمُconcealed
وَجَدٌ بِأَثناءِ الضُلوعِ مُكَتَّمُ
Beyond the wasting that appears to your eye
Behind what appears to your eye of my sadness
lies passion concealed within the folds of the ribs.
Lies anguish concealed deep in my ribs.
إِنif كُنتِyou are يَقظىawake بِالسَلامِwith a greeting بِخَيلَةًmiserly
إِن كُنتِ يَقظى بِالسَلامِ بِخَيلَةً
فَمُريthen command الخَيالَthe dream-image يَمُرُّto pass بيby me فَيُسَلِّمُand greet
فَمُري الخَيالَ يَمُرُّ بي فَيُسَلِّمُ
If, when awake, you are miserly with a greeting,
If awake you greet me coldly out of spite
command your dream-image to pass by me and greet me.
Have dreams pass by me in sleep and bid me peace,
وَعِديand promise بِوَصلِكِof union with you فيin المَنامِsleep لَعَلَّهاso that perhaps it
وَعِدي بِوَصلِكِ في المَنامِ لَعَلَّها
تَرجوmay hope for لِقاءَكَmeeting you مُقلَتيmy eye فَتَهَوَّمُand so doze
تَرجو لِقاءَكَ مُقلَتي فَتَهَوَّمُ
And promise union with you in sleep, so that perhaps
And promise trysts with me in dreams—perhaps
my eye may hope to meet you and drift into slumber.
My languishing eyes will hope and wish to see you.
أَعرَضتِyou turned away عَنfrom شَيبيmy gray hair وَأَنتِthough you جَنَيتِهِcaused it
أَعرَضتِ عَن شَيبي وَأَنتِ جَنَيتِهِ
نَفسيmy soul الفِداءُthe ransom لِمُجرِمٍfor an offender يَتَجَرَّمُwho falsely finds fault
نَفسي الفِداءُ لِمُجرِمٍ يَتَجَرَّمُ
You turned away from my gray hair, though you brought it on;
You turned from my white hair though it was your doing.
my soul be ransom for an offender who falsely finds fault!
My soul is sacrifice for one who commits crime!
إِمّاif تَرَينيyou see me جاثِماًsitting still فَلَطالَماthen how often
إِمّا تَرَيني جاثِماً فَلَطالَما
رَكَّضتُI spurred on أُنجِدُgoing to Najd فيthrough البِلادِthe lands وَأُتهِمُand going to Tihamah
رَكَّضتُ أُنجِدُ في البِلادِ وَأُتهِمُ
If you see me sitting still, how often before
Either you see me kneeling, though long have I
I spurred on across the lands, into Najd and Tihamah!
Galloped to prove myself in lands and blame myself.
وَجَرَرتُand I trailed ذَيلَthe hem of شَبيبَتيmy youth وَخَلاعَتيand my wantonness
وَجَرَرتُ ذَيلَ شَبيبَتي وَخَلاعَتي
وَأَسَمتُand I pastured خَيلَthe horses of بِطالَتيmy idle pleasure لاnot أَسأَمُI tire
وَأَسَمتُ خَيلَ بِطالَتي لا أَسأَمُ
I trailed the hem of my youth and my wantonness,
I dragged the train of my youth and my vigour,
and pastured the horses of my idle pleasure, never tiring.
And guided my steed though tiring I did not.
فَاليَومَso today وَجهُthe face of مَطالِبيmy desires وَمَآرِبيand my aims
فَاليَومَ وَجهُ مَطالِبي وَمَآرِبي
بَعدَafter الطَلاقَةِcheerfulness عابِسٌfrowning مُتَجَهِّمُgrim-faced
بَعدَ الطَلاقَةِ عابِسٌ مُتَجَهِّمُ
Today the face of my desires and aims,
So today my needs and wishes—
once cheerful, is frowning and grim.
Grim-faced after adventures—are blocked.
سُدَّتwere barred مَطالِعُهاtheir approaches عَلَيَّto me فَدونَand before ماwhat
سُدَّت مَطالِعُها عَلَيَّ فَدونَ ما
أَرجوهُI hope for it مِنهاfrom them بابُa door of يَأسٍdespair مُردَمُsealed
أَرجوهُ مِنها بابُ يَأسٍ مُردَمُ
Their approaches are barred to me, and before what
Their prospects have closed against me, so beyond
I hope of them stands a sealed door of despair.
What I hope from them lies a door barred.
وَلَئِنand even if رَمَينَنيthey struck me الخُطوبُmisfortunes بِمُقصِدٍwith a deadly shot
وَلَئِن رَمَينَني الخُطوبُ بِمُقصِدٍ
مِنfrom صَرفِهِنَّtheir reversals فلِلنَوائِبِfor calamities have أَسهُمُarrows
مِن صَرفِهِنَّ فلِلنَوائِبِ أَسهُمُ
Though misfortunes have struck me with a deadly shot
If events have set me back though I have not ceased to excel in merit and special traits,
from their reversals—for calamities have arrows—
Fate is ungrateful, delaying superior qualities, a passionate lover.
أَوor أَخَّرَتنيput me behind الحادِثاتُevents وَلَمand have not أَزَلceased
أَو أَخَّرَتني الحادِثاتُ وَلَم أَزَل
بِفَضائِليthrough my virtues وَخَصائِصيand my distinctive gifts أَتَقَدَّمُI advance
بِفَضائِلي وَخَصائِصي أَتَقَدَّمُ
or events have put me behind, though I have always
A fate that cast me into a narrow corner,
advanced through my virtues and distinctive gifts,
My day in it all gloom and my night without end.
فَالدَهرُfor Time لاnot شُكِرَتmay be thanked مَساعيهِits efforts بِتَأin delaying (first fragment)
فَالدَهرُ لا شُكِرَت مَساعيهِ بِتَأ
خيرِdelaying (final fragment) الفَضائِلِmerits مُستَهامٌinfatuated مُغرَمُenamored
خيرِ الفَضائِلِ مُستَهامٌ مُغرَمُ
Time—may its efforts go unthanked—is, in holding
My night like the night of one malignant,
merit back, infatuated and enamored.
To anxiety and desolation I am resigned.
دَهرٌan age رَمانيcast me فيinto قَرارَةِthe depths of مَنزِلٍa dwelling
دَهرٌ رَماني في قَرارَةِ مَنزِلٍ
ضَنكٍstraitened نَهاريmy day فيهِin it لَيلٌa night مُعتِمُdark
ضَنكٍ نَهاري فيهِ لَيلٌ مُعتِمُ
An age that cast me into the depths of a dwelling
Bearing the loss of my gracious plenty, if not for
so straitened that my day there is a dark night.
The age and its betrayal, I would not lose heart.
لَيليmy night بِهِin it لَيلُthe night of السَليمِthe snake-bitten man وَإِنَّنيand indeed I
لَيلي بِهِ لَيلُ السَليمِ وَإِنَّني
لِلهَمِّto anxiety وَالبُرَحاءِand torment فيهِin it لَمُسلَمُam surely surrendered
لِلهَمِّ وَالبُرَحاءِ فيهِ لَمُسلَمُ
My night there is the night of one snake-bitten, and I
So when will anxiety dismounting my threshold
am surrendered there to anxiety and torment.
Weigh on me with encampments that gather?
مُتَهَضِّماًoppressed فَضليmy merit الأَبِيُّunyielding وَلَمand would not يَكُنbe
مُتَهَضِّماً فَضلي الأَبِيُّ وَلَم يَكُن
لَولاbut for الزَمانُtime وَغَدرُهُand its treachery يَتَهَضَّمُbe slighted
لَولا الزَمانُ وَغَدرُهُ يَتَهَضَّمُ
My unyielding worth is being slighted; it would never
As for me, O my age, if your afflictions trample
be slighted but for time and its treachery.
My back in injustice, I under darkness complain!
فَمَتىso when يُقَوِضُwill strike camp راحِلاًdeparting عَنfrom ساحَتيmy courtyard
فَمَتى يُقَوِضُ راحِلاً عَن ساحَتي
هَمٌّgrief عَلَيَّupon me بِماwith what يَنوءُweighs down مُخَيِّمُencamped
هَمٌّ عَلَيَّ بِما يَنوءُ مُخَيِّمُ
When will it strike camp and depart from my courtyard—
Never, one who upholds a mighty affair
this grief encamped upon me with its crushing weight?
Feels weighed down when the greatest imam is his supporter.
أَناI ياO زَمانيmy time إِنif تَطَأyou tread down مِنof مَنكِبيmy shoulder
أَنا يا زَماني إِن تَطَأ مِن مَنكِبي
ضَرَعاًin weakness لِظُلميsurely, wronging me مِنthan خُطوبِكَyour calamities أَظلَمُis more unjust
ضَرَعاً لِظُلمي مِن خُطوبِكَ أَظلَمُ
As for me, O my time, if you tread down my shoulder
The helper, the victorious, his armies
in weakness, wronging me is crueler than your calamities.
Devour enemy legions, stern, unyielding.
هَيهاتَfar from it لاnot يَعباcares بِحَملِabout bearing عَظيمَةٍa grave burden
هَيهاتَ لا يَعبا بِحَملِ عَظيمَةٍ
مَنone who كانَhas ناصِرَهُhis champion الإِمامُthe Imam الأَعظَمُsupreme
مَن كانَ ناصِرَهُ الإِمامُ الأَعظَمُ
Far from it! He cares nothing for bearing a grave burden
The angels of heaven are his auxiliaries
whose champion is the supreme Imam:
So flanked by them he fights, by fate distinguished.
الناصِرُal-Nasir المَنصورُvictorious جَيشُthe army of لِوائِهِhis banner
الناصِرُ المَنصورُ جَيشُ لِوائِهِ
وَمَعاطِسُand the noses of الأَعداءِthe enemies جُدعٌcut off رُغَّمُrubbed in dust
وَمَعاطِسُ الأَعداءِ جُدعٌ رُغَّمُ
al-Nasir, whose banner's army is victorious,
Bowing in awe, swiftly to the charge,
while the enemies' noses are cut off and rubbed in dust.
From prohibitions reverently refraining.
نَصَرَتهُaided him أَملاكُthe angels of السَماءِheaven فَمُردِفٌso one coming in succession
نَصَرَتهُ أَملاكُ السَماءِ فَمُردِفٌ
مِنهُمamong them يُقاتِلُfights دونَهُin his defense وَمُسَوَّمُand one marked
مِنهُم يُقاتِلُ دونَهُ وَمُسَوَّمُ
Heaven's angels aided him: some come in succession
He disdains donning iron through boldness
among them to fight in his defense, and some are marked.
As if wearing iron were an inviolable sin.
الخاشِعُthe humble one الأَوّابُthe ever-repentant one يُقدِمُadvances حاسِراًunarmored
الخاشِعُ الأَوّابُ يُقدِمُ حاسِراً
فيamid الرَوعِterror وَهوَwhile he عَنِfrom المَحارِمِforbidden deeds مُحجِمُrefrains
في الرَوعِ وَهوَ عَنِ المَحارِمِ مُحجِمُ
Humble and ever repentant, he advances unarmored
Accustomed is he to the blows of blades, a deafening
amid terror, yet refrains from forbidden deeds.
Roar, a nude Indian blade, a piercing point.
لاnot يَرتَضيconsents to لُبسَwearing الحَديدِiron armor بَسالَةًout of valor
لا يَرتَضي لُبسَ الحَديدِ بَسالَةً
فَكَأَنَّهُso it is as though لُبسُwearing الحَديدِiron armor مُحَرَّمُforbidden
فَكَأَنَّهُ لُبسُ الحَديدِ مُحَرَّمُ
In his valor he will not consent to wearing iron,
An opinion that defeats armies though they are iron walls
as though wearing iron were forbidden.
And a charge that repels a host, though fully armed.
فَعَتادُهُso his equipment عَضبُa keen sword المَضارِبِat the cutting edges باتِرٌsevering
فَعَتادُهُ عَضبُ المَضارِبِ باتِرٌ
وَأَصَمُّand a solid spear عَسّالٌswaying وَأَجرَدُand a short-haired steed شَيظَمُtall and powerful
وَأَصَمُّ عَسّالٌ وَأَجرَدُ شَيظَمُ
His equipment is a keen-edged, severing sword,
He prays the fires of affliction to roast the enemies’ faces,
a solid, swaying spear, and a tall, short-haired steed;
Its blaze scorching, leaping, crackling.
رَأيٌjudgment يَفُلُّblunts البيضَbright swords وَهيَthough they are حَدائِدٌiron blades
رَأيٌ يَفُلُّ البيضَ وَهيَ حَدائِدٌ
وَسُطىًand assaults تَرُدُّdrive back الجَيشَthe army وَهوَthough it is عَرَمرَمُvast
وَسُطىً تَرُدُّ الجَيشَ وَهوَ عَرَمرَمُ
a judgment that blunts swords, though they are iron,
He unleashes on them clouds like pigeons, their thunder
and assaults that drive back an army, though vast.
A rumbling roar, their lightning bolts, blood.
يُصليmakes burn الأَعاديthe enemies نارَin the fire of كُلِّevery كَريهَةٍfearsome battle
يُصلي الأَعادي نارَ كُلِّ كَريهَةٍ
يَشويroasts الوُجوهَfaces حَريقُهاits blaze المُتَضَرِّمُflaring
يَشوي الوُجوهَ حَريقُها المُتَضَرِّمُ
He makes his enemies burn in the fire of every battle,
So their time with him is a night of fear
whose blazing flames roast faces.
Fearsome night or glowering, calamitous day.
يُزجيdrives onward لَهُمtoward them سُحبَthe clouds of الحِمامِdeath رُعودُهاtheir thunder
يُزجي لَهُم سُحبَ الحِمامِ رُعودُها
زَجَلُthe clamor of الكُماةِarmored warriors وَصَوبُand the rainfall of عارِضِهاtheir cloudbank الدَمُblood
زَجَلُ الكُماةِ وَصَوبُ عارِضِها الدَمُ
He drives clouds of death toward them; their thunder
The shining blades are sheathed in skulls
is the warriors' clamor, and their cloudbank's rain is blood.
And the Indian sword sheathed in ribs made straight.
فَزَمانُهُمso their time بِالرُعبِthrough terror مِنهُof him لَيلَةٌa night
فَزَمانُهُم بِالرُعبِ مِنهُ لَيلَةٌ
لَيلاءُdeeply dark أَوor يَومٌa day عَبوسٌgrim أَيوَمُdire
لَيلاءُ أَو يَومٌ عَبوسٌ أَيوَمُ
Through fear of him their time is a night
He inherited prophecy as his pulpit and the caliphate as his succession
of deepest darkness, or a grim, dire day.
And piety so upon him is the marking of the three distinctions.
فَالبيضُso the bright swords تُغمَدُare sheathed فيin المَفارِقِhead-crowns وَالطُلىand throats
فَالبيضُ تُغمَدُ في المَفارِقِ وَالطُلى
وَالسَمهَرِيَّةُand Samhari spears فيin الضُلوعِthe ribs تُقَوَّمُare straightened
وَالسَمهَرِيَّةُ في الضُلوعِ تُقَوَّمُ
Bright swords are sheathed in heads and throats,
A cloak, sword that does not fail, signet ring—
and Samhari spears are straightened in ribs.
Adorned, accoutred, and ringed.
وَرِثَinherited النُبوَّةَprophethood مِنبَراًa pulpit وَخِلافَةًand a caliphate
وَرِثَ النُبوَّةَ مِنبَراً وَخِلافَةً
وَتَقِيَّةًand piety فَعَلَيهِso upon him مِنهاfrom it ميسَمُa mark
وَتَقِيَّةً فَعَلَيهِ مِنها ميسَمُ
He inherited from prophethood a pulpit and a caliphate,
A king whose justice and munificence leaves no
and piety, whose mark he bears.
Oppressed soul on his two days, no destroyer.
فَلِمَنكِبٍso for a shoulder وَلِعاتِقٍand for a neck وَلِخِنصِرٍand for a little finger
فَلِمَنكِبٍ وَلِعاتِقٍ وَلِخِنصِرٍ
مِنهُof his ثَلاثٌthree things قَدرُهُنَّtheir worth مُعَظَّمُrevered
مِنهُ ثَلاثٌ قَدرُهُنَّ مُعَظَّمُ
For his shoulder, his neck, and his little finger
His open hand extends prosperity
there are three things whose worth is revered:
As his trenchant blade dispels injustice.
بُردٌa mantle وَسَيفٌand a sword لاnever يُفَلُّis blunted وَخاتِمٌand a ring
بُردٌ وَسَيفٌ لا يُفَلُّ وَخاتِمٌ
فَمُحَلبَبٌso mantled وَمُقَلَّدٌand sword-girded وَمُخَتَّمُand ringed
فَمُحَلبَبٌ وَمُقَلَّدٌ وَمُخَتَّمُ
a mantle, a sword never blunted, and a ring;
Vigilant, his gaze tends the subjects—
thus he is mantled, sword-girded, and ringed.
While they sleep in beds, he keeps awake.
مَلِكٌa king لَهُhe has عَدلٌjustice وَجودٌand generosity يَعدَمُceases to exist الthe (article fragment)
مَلِكٌ لَهُ عَدلٌ وَجودٌ يَعدَمُ ال
مَظلومُwronged man فيin يَوميهِماtheir two days وَالمُعدِمُand the destitute man
مَظلومُ في يَوميهِما وَالمُعدِمُ
A king with justice and generosity; no longer is the
His palm brings skills to fruition and his fingers
wronged man or the destitute found in their two days.
Quench the flames of events—he closes and stitches.
فَالرِفدُso bounty تَبسُطُهُspreads it يَدٌa hand مَبسوطَةٌoutstretched
فَالرِفدُ تَبسُطُهُ يَدٌ مَبسوطَةٌ
وَالجَورُand oppression يَحسِمُهُcuts it off حُسامٌa sword مِحذَمُkeen-cutting
وَالجَورُ يَحسِمُهُ حُسامٌ مِحذَمُ
An outstretched hand spreads bounty abroad,
O son of the imams and the guides, the one whose
and a keen, cutting sword ends oppression.
Lineage the noble debris and sacred wellspring grace!
مُتَيَقِّظٌever wakeful يَرعىwatches over الرَعاياthe subjects طَرفُهُhis eye
مُتَيَقِّظٌ يَرعى الرَعايا طَرفُهُ
وَهُمُwhile they رُقودٌasleep فيin المَضاجِعِthe beds نُوَّمُslumbering
وَهُمُ رُقودٌ في المَضاجِعِ نُوَّمُ
Ever wakeful, his eye watches over his subjects
No ancient glory was recorded
while they lie asleep, slumbering in their beds.
But their enduring glory is more ancient.
القائِدُthe leader of الغُلبَthe mighty warriors الكُماةَthe armored warriors عَوابِساًgrim-faced
القائِدُ الغُلبَ الكُماةَ عَوابِساً
وَالبيضُwhile the bright swords فيin أَيمانِهِمtheir right hands تَتَبَسَّمُsmile
وَالبيضُ في أَيمانِهِم تَتَبَسَّمُ
He leads mighty, armored warriors, grim-faced,
The House of Messengers—may prayers be upon them
while the bright swords in their right hands smile.
And praise—prayers begin and end with their mention.
مِنof غِلمَةٍyoung men بِجَمالِهِمthrough their beauty نارُthe fire of الهَوىlove
مِن غِلمَةٍ بِجَمالِهِم نارُ الهَوى
وَبِبَأسِهِمand through their valor نارُthe fire of الوَغىbattle تَتَضَرَّمُblazes
وَبِبَأسِهِم نارُ الوَغى تَتَضَرَّمُ
Of youths whose beauty kindles the fire of love,
They are people the angels descend upon their homes
and whose valor sets the fire of battle blazing.
And the sent one Ahmad is of them.
سِيّانِalike سِلمُهُمُtheir peace وَحَربُهُمُand their war فَماfor not
سِيّانِ سِلمُهُمُ وَحَربُهُمُ فَما
يَنفَكُّdoes it cease يَقطُرُdripping مِنfrom أَكُفِّهِمُtheir palms الدَمُblood
يَنفَكُّ يَقطُرُ مِن أَكُفِّهِمُ الدَمُ
Their peace and war are alike, for never
Through loyalty to them the intercession of a believer is granted
does blood cease dripping from their palms.
And through love of them a sinner hopes for absolution.
تُركٌTurks إِذاwhen لَبِسواthey don التَرائِكَhelmets أَيقَنَتbecome certain
تُركٌ إِذا لَبِسوا التَرائِكَ أَيقَنَت
صُمُّthe solid shafts of العَواليlong spears أَنَّهاthat they سَتُحَطَّمُwill be shattered
صُمُّ العَوالي أَنَّها سَتُحَطَّمُ
Turks: when they don their helmets, certainty comes
Through their guidance error is known from guidance
to the solid long spears that they will be shattered.
And through their superiority the perfect book was revealed.
يَزدادُgrows إِشراقاًin radiance ضِياءُthe brightness of وُجوهِهِمtheir faces
يَزدادُ إِشراقاً ضِياءُ وُجوهِهِم
وَالجَوُّwhile the air بِالهَبَواتِwith dust clouds أَربَدُdusky أَقتَمُdark
وَالجَوُّ بِالهَبَواتِ أَربَدُ أَقتَمُ
The radiance of their faces grows brighter,
From the light of their faces on resurrection day
though the air is dusky and dark with clouds of dust.
Hell will seek refuge when they pass by.
فَهُمُso they إِذاwhen حَسَرواbare their heads ظَباءُgazelles of خَميلَةٍa thicket
فَهُمُ إِذا حَسَروا ظَباءُ خَميلَةٍ
وَهُمُand they أُسودُlions of شَرىShara إِذاwhen ماindeed (emphatic) اِستَلأَمواdon armor
وَهُمُ أُسودُ شَرى إِذا ما اِستَلأَموا
Bareheaded, they are gazelles of a thicket,
By you, O Abu Al-Abbas Ahmad, Ahmad! Time of wrongdoing
but armored, they are the lions of Shara.
Though indeed it is condemned.
رَكِبواthey rode through الدَياجيthe darknesses وَالسُروجُwhile the saddles أَهِلَّةٌcrescents
رَكِبوا الدَياجي وَالسُروجُ أَهِلَّةٌ
وَهُمُand they بُدورٌfull moons وَالأَسِنَّةُand the spearheads أَنجُمُstars
وَهُمُ بُدورٌ وَالأَسِنَّةُ أَنجُمُ
They rode through darkness, their saddles crescents,
So entrust the Commander of the Faithful, for through you
themselves full moons, and their spearheads stars.
From fears we are safe if you are unharmed!
فَكَأَنَّso it is as if إيماضَthe flashing of السُيوفِthe swords بَوارِقٌlightning flashes
فَكَأَنَّ إيماضَ السُيوفِ بَوارِقٌ
وَعَجاجَand the dust of خَيلِهِمُtheir horses سَحابٌa cloud مُظلِمُdark
وَعَجاجَ خَيلِهِمُ سَحابٌ مُظلِمُ
The flashing of their swords is like lightning,
And listen to it with presence of mind, Bedouin wisdom
and the dust of their horses like a dark cloud.
Of ancestry whose origins were not known.
مِنof كُلِّeach رَيّانِfull-fleshed المَعاطِفِin his contours خَصرُهُhis waist
مِن كُلِّ رَيّانِ المَعاطِفِ خَصرُهُ
كَمُحِبِّهِlike his lover مِنof رِدفِهِhis hips يَتَظَلَّمُcomplains
كَمُحِبِّهِ مِن رِدفِهِ يَتَظَلَّمُ
Each is full-fleshed in his contours; his waist,
It went not beyond the superficiality of Iraq though it
like his lover, complains of his hips.
Speaks in the tongue of an eloquent member of Tay.
فيin ثَنيِthe fold of بُردَتِهِhis mantle قَضيبُa slender bough نَقىًa sandhill فَفيbut in
في ثَنيِ بُردَتِهِ قَضيبُ نَقىً فَفي
الدِرعِthe coat of mail المُفاضَةِample and flowing مِنهُof him طَودٌa mountain أَيهَمُinaccessible
الدِرعِ المُفاضَةِ مِنهُ طَودٌ أَيهَمُ
In the fold of his mantle, a branch upon a dune; but in
In your praise it became stars in the sky of glory
his ample coat of mail, an inaccessible mountain.
By which the devils of enmity are stoned.
بَشَرٌskin أَرَقُّsofter مِنَthan الزُلالِpure water وَتَحتَهُand beneath it
بَشَرٌ أَرَقُّ مِنَ الزُلالِ وَتَحتَهُ
كَالصَخرِlike rock قَلبٌa heart لاnot يَرِقُّsoftens فَيَرحَمُand so shows mercy
كَالصَخرِ قَلبٌ لا يَرِقُّ فَيَرحَمُ
Skin softer than pure water, and beneath it
Choice Arabic prose it borrows discernment
a heart like rock, never softening to show mercy.
And eloquence from—the crude foreigner its aid!
يُصميslays outright الخَلِيَّthe heart-free man بِطَرفِهِwith his glance وَبِكَفِّهِand with his hand
يُصمي الخَلِيَّ بِطَرفِهِ وَبِكَفِّهِ
يُصميslays outright الكَمِيَّthe armored warrior فَجُؤذَرٌso is he a fawn أَمor ضيغَمُa lion
يُصمي الكَمِيَّ فَجُؤذَرٌ أَم ضيغَمُ
His glance strikes dead the heart-free; his hand
It flows so rouses in the robes an intoxication—
strikes dead the armored warrior—is he a fawn or a lion?
Its reciter, so enraptured, sings its rhythm.
هُوَhe تارَةًat times لِلحُسنِfor beauty فيamong أَترابِهِhis peers
هُوَ تارَةً لِلحُسنِ في أَترابِهِ
عَلَمٌa beacon وَطَوراًand at other times فيin الكَتيبَةِthe battalion مُعلَمُmarked for battle
عَلَمٌ وَطَوراً في الكَتيبَةِ مُعلَمُ
At times, among his peers, he is for beauty
It mixed fervour with gentle birth—say to it:
a beacon; at others, a marked warrior in the battalion.
“Ancestors of wine in your cup or blood?”
لَحظٌa glance عَلىover نَهبِplundering القُلوبِhearts مُسَلَّطٌgiven power
لَحظٌ عَلى نَهبِ القُلوبِ مُسَلَّطٌ
وَغِرارُand the edge of نَصلٍa blade فيover الرِقابِnecks مُحَكَّمُgiven authority
وَغِرارُ نَصلٍ في الرِقابِ مُحَكَّمُ
A glance empowered to plunder hearts,
None praised the caliphs before with its like,
and a blade's edge given mastery over necks.
Not in what we传 on al-Walid and Muslim.
عَزَماتُresolves مَنصورِof one victorious السَراياin his squadrons هَمُّهُhis concern
عَزَماتُ مَنصورِ السَرايا هَمُّهُ
فيfor نُصرَةٍsupporting الدينِthe religion الحَنيفِthe true faith مُقَسَّمُapportioned
في نُصرَةٍ الدينِ الحَنيفِ مُقَسَّمُ
The resolves of one whose squadrons triumph; his care
I would have it judge the Hakami had I power over him,
is apportioned to supporting the true faith.
But one to arbitrate between us has proven elusive.
قَرمٌa noble lord بِأَعباءِwith the burdens of الخِلافَةِthe caliphate ناهِضٌshouldering
قَرمٌ بِأَعباءِ الخِلافَةِ ناهِضٌ
صَبٌّpassionately devoted بِتَدبيرِto governing المَمالِكِthe kingdoms قَيِّمُa capable guardian
صَبٌّ بِتَدبيرِ المَمالِكِ قَيِّمُ
A lord who shoulders the burdens of the caliphate,
It serves you in holy seasons—not one without it
passionately devoted to governing kingdoms, their guardian.
Nor without the shade of your kingdom a holy season.
قَرمٌa noble lord يَومَon the day of النَدىbounty لِعُفاتِهِto his petitioners
قَرمٌ يَومَ النَدى لِعُفاتِهِ
كَرَماًout of generosity وَفيwhile on وَجهِthe face of الزَمانِtime تَجَهُّمُa scowl
كَرَماً وَفي وَجهِ الزَمانِ تَجَهُّمُ
A lord to his petitioners on the day of giving,
I am roused by it though between us kinship lies broken,
out of generosity, though the face of time is grim.
The pleasing rubble, sacred waters, and my song.
مُتَبَسِّمٌsmiling يَومَon the day of النَدىbounty لِعُفاتِهِto his petitioners
مُتَبَسِّمٌ يَومَ النَدى لِعُفاتِهِ
كَرَماًout of generosity وَفيwhile on وَجهِthe face of الزَمانِtime تَجَهُّمُa scowl
كَرَماً وَفي وَجهِ الزَمانِ تَجَهُّمُ
Smiling at his petitioners on the day of giving,
out of generosity, though the face of time is grim.
يَغشىenters الطِعانَthe clash of spears فَلاand not يُراعُis frightened جَنانُهُhis heart
يَغشى الطِعانَ فَلا يُراعُ جَنانُهُ
وَيَجودُand gives freely بِالدُنياwith the world فَلاand not يَتَنَدَّمُregrets
وَيَجودُ بِالدُنيا فَلا يَتَنَدَّمُ
He enters the clash of spears, his heart unafraid,
and gives away the world without regret.
تُسديbestows الصَنائِعَfavors كَفُّهُhis hand وَتَشِبُّand blaze نfires (first fragment)
تُسدي الصَنائِعَ كَفُّهُ وَتَشِبُّ ن
يرانُfires (final fragment) الوَقائِعِof battles فَهوَso he is مُسدٍa benefactor مُلحِمُone who makes war
يرانُ الوَقائِعِ فَهوَ مُسدٍ مُلحِمُ
His hand bestows favors; blazing are the
fires of battle: he is a benefactor and a maker of war.
ياO اِبنَson of الأَئِمَّةِthe Imams وَالهُداةِand the guides وَمَنand those who إِلىto
يا اِبنَ الأَئِمَّةِ وَالهُداةِ وَمَن إِلى
أَحسابِهِمtheir noble lineages يُنمىis traced الحَطيمُal-Hatim وَزَمزَمُand Zamzam
أَحسابِهِم يُنمى الحَطيمُ وَزَمزَمُ
O son of Imams and guides, and of those to
whose noble lineages al-Hatim and Zamzam are traced,
ماnot عُدَّwas counted مَجدٌa glory أَوَّلٌancient مُتَقادِمٌlong-established
ما عُدَّ مَجدٌ أَوَّلٌ مُتَقادِمٌ
إِلّاexcept وَمَجدُهُمُand their glory المُؤَثَّلُfirmly rooted أَقدَمُolder
إِلّا وَمَجدُهُمُ المُؤَثَّلُ أَقدَمُ
No ancient, long-established glory is ever counted
but their firmly rooted glory is older.
آلُthe family of الرِسالَةِthe Message بِالصَلَوةِwith blessings عَلَيهِمُupon them
آلُ الرِسالَةِ بِالصَلَوةِ عَلَيهِمُ
وَالحَمدِand praise يُفتَتَحُis begun الصَلَوَةُprayer وَتُختَمُand is concluded
وَالحَمدِ يُفتَتَحُ الصَلَوَةُ وَتُختَمُ
The family of the Message: with blessings upon them
and praise, prayer is begun and ended.
قَومٌa people عَلىupon أَبياتِهِمtheir houses تَتَنَزَّلُdescend الthe (article fragment)
قَومٌ عَلى أَبياتِهِم تَتَنَزَّلُ ال
أَملاكُangels وَالمَبعوثُand the one sent أَحمَدُAhmad مِنهُمُis among them
أَملاكُ وَالمَبعوثُ أَحمَدُ مِنهُمُ
A people upon whose houses descend the
angels; the envoy Ahmad is of their number.
بَوَلائِهِمthrough loyalty to them يُعطىis granted الوَسيلَةَthe means of approach مُؤمِنٌa believer
بَوَلائِهِم يُعطى الوَسيلَةَ مُؤمِنٌ
وَبِحُبِّهِمand through loving them يَرجوhopes for الشَفاعَةَintercession مُجرِمُa sinner
وَبِحُبِّهِم يَرجو الشَفاعَةَ مُجرِمُ
Through allegiance to them a believer receives the means of approach,
and through loving them a sinner hopes for intercession.
وَبِهَديِهِمand through their guidance عُرِفَwas distinguished الضَلالُerror مِنَfrom الهُدىright guidance
وَبِهَديِهِم عُرِفَ الضَلالُ مِنَ الهُدى
وَبِفَضلِهِمand through their excellence نَزَلَdescended الكِتابُthe Book المُحكَمُfirmly established
وَبِفَضلِهِم نَزَلَ الكِتابُ المُحكَمُ
Their guidance distinguished error from right guidance,
and through their excellence the firmly established Book came down.
مِنfrom نورِthe light of أَوجُهِهِمtheir faces إِذاwhen مَرّواthey pass بِهاby it
مِن نورِ أَوجُهِهِم إِذا مَرّوا بِها
يَومَon the Day of القِيامَةِResurrection تَستَعيذُseeks refuge جَهَنَّمُHell
يَومَ القِيامَةِ تَستَعيذُ جَهَنَّمُ
From the light of their faces, when they pass by it
on Resurrection Day, Hell seeks refuge.
بِكَthrough you ياO أَباAbu (father of) العَبّاسِal-Abbas أَحمَدَAhmad أَحمَدَbecame praiseworthy الthe (article fragment)
بِكَ يا أَبا العَبّاسِ أَحمَدَ أَحمَدَ ال
زَمَنُage المُسيءُill-doing وَإِنَّهُthough indeed it لَمُذَمَّمُis surely much condemned
زَمَنُ المُسيءُ وَإِنَّهُ لَمُذَمَّمُ
Through you, O Abu al-Abbas Ahmad, praiseworthy has become the
ill-doing age, though it is indeed much condemned.
فَاِسلَمso be safe أَميرَCommander of المُؤمِنينَthe Faithful فَإِنَّناfor indeed we
فَاِسلَم أَميرَ المُؤمِنينَ فَإِنَّنا
بِكَthrough you ماas long as سَلِمتَyou remain safe مِنَfrom المَخاوِفِfears نَسلَمُare safe
بِكَ ما سَلِمتَ مِنَ المَخاوِفِ نَسلَمُ
Remain safe, Commander of the Faithful, for we
through you, so long as you remain safe, are safe from fears.
وَاِنصِتand listen لَهاto it حَضَرِيَّةًurbane بَدَوِيَّةَBedouin in الthe (article fragment)
وَاِنصِت لَها حَضَرِيَّةً بَدَوِيَّةَ ال
أَنسابِlineages لَمnot يُفتَحhas been opened بِشَرواهاwith its like فَمُa mouth
أَنسابِ لَم يُفتَح بِشَرواها فَمُ
And listen to it: urbane, yet Bedouin in its
lineage; no mouth has opened with its like.
ماnot جاوَزَتhas passed beyond زَيفَfalseness; counterfeit coin العِراقِIraq وَإِنَّهاalthough it
ما جاوَزَت زَيفَ العِراقِ وَإِنَّها
بِلِسانِin the tongue of حاضِرِthe settled folk of طَيِّءٍTayy تَتَكَلَّمُspeaks
بِلِسانِ حاضِرِ طَيِّءٍ تَتَكَلَّمُ
It has not gone beyond Iraq's false coin, yet
it speaks in the tongue of the settled folk of Tayy.
مِدَحاًpraises غَدَتbecame لِسَماءِfor the sky of مَجدِكَyour glory أَنجُماًstars
مِدَحاً غَدَت لِسَماءِ مَجدِكَ أَنجُماً
فَبِهاso with them شَياطينُthe devils of العَداوَةِenmity تُرجَمُare pelted
فَبِها شَياطينُ العَداوَةِ تُرجَمُ
Praises that have become stars in the sky of your glory,
with which the devils of enmity are pelted.
عُرباًArabic فِصاحاًeloquent يَستَعيرُborrows فَطانَةًintelligence
عُرباً فِصاحاً يَستَعيرُ فَطانَةً
وَفَصاحَةًand eloquence مِنهاfrom them البَليدُthe dullard الأَعجَمُthe inarticulate
وَفَصاحَةً مِنها البَليدُ الأَعجَمُ
Eloquent Arabic verses: wit is borrowed
and eloquence from them by the dull, inarticulate man.
تُروىare recited فَتُحدِثُand so stir فيin المَعاطِفِthe limbs نَشوَةًintoxication
تُروى فَتُحدِثُ في المَعاطِفِ نَشوَةً
فَمُديرُهاso their cupbearer طَرَباًin delight بِهاat them يَتَرَنَّمُsings
فَمُديرُها طَرَباً بِها يَتَرَنَّمُ
They are recited, stirring intoxication in the limbs,
so their cupbearer sings in delight at them.
خَلَطَhe mixed الحَماسَةَheroic verse بِالنَسيبِwith love poetry فَقُلso say لَهُto him
خَلَطَ الحَماسَةَ بِالنَسيبِ فَقُل لَهُ
أَسلافُfirst pressings of خَمرٍwine فيin كُؤوسِكَyour cups أَمor دَمُblood
أَسلافُ خَمرٍ في كُؤوسِكَ أَم دَمُ
He mixed heroic verse with love poetry; ask him:
Are these wine's pure first pressings in your cups, or blood?
لَمnot يَمدَحِpraised الخُلَفاءَthe caliphs قَبلُbefore بِمِثلِهاwith their like
لَم يَمدَحِ الخُلَفاءَ قَبلُ بِمِثلِها
فيماin what رَوَيناهُwe have transmitted الوَلَيدِal-Walid وَمُسلِمُand Muslim
فيما رَوَيناهُ الوَلَيدِ وَمُسلِمُ
No caliphs were praised before with their like,
in what we have transmitted, by al-Walid or Muslim.
أُشجيI would distress بِهاwith them الحَكَمِيَّal-Hakami لَوif حاكَمتُهُI contested with him
أُشجي بِها الحَكَمِيَّ لَو حاكَمتُهُ
لَكِنbut تَعَذَّرَcould not be found بَينَناbetween us مَنone who يَحكُمُjudges
لَكِن تَعَذَّرَ بَينَنا مَن يَحكُمُ
I would distress al-Hakami with them, were I to contest with him,
but someone to judge between us could not be found.
خَدَمُservants تَزورُكَvisit you فيat المَواسِمِthe festivals لاmay not خَلاbe empty
خَدَمُ تَزورُكَ في المَواسِمِ لا خَلا
مِنهاof them وَلاnor مِنof ظِلِّthe shade of مُلكِكَyour kingship مَوسِمُa festival
مِنها وَلا مِن ظِلِّ مُلكِكَ مَوسِمُ
Servants visiting you at the festivals—may no
festival lack them or the shade of your kingship.
Partial English translation: 110 of 152 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1