شامَ بَرقُ الشامِ بِالروم جَزُوعا
فَاِنبَرَت أَجفانُهُ تذري الدُموعا
He watched al-Sham's lightning, distraught in Rum;
and his eyelids began to scatter tears.
هَبَّ مِن عَليا دِمَشقٍ مَوهِناً
هَبَّةَ المِصباحِ في اللَيلِ ذَريعا
It flashed from the heights of Damascus late at night,
like a lamp flaring swiftly in the night.
جزع الآفاق في هَبَّتِهِ
وَأَتى الروم سُرى الأَيمِ جَزُوعا
It crossed the horizons as it flashed,
and reached Rum like a snake crossing by night.
خَفَقَت راياتُهُ في أُفقِهِ
خَفَقانَ القَلبِ قَد أَمسى مَرُوعا
Its banners fluttered on its horizon,
like the beating of a heart now terrified.
وَقَعَت شُعلَتُهُ وَسطَ الحَشا
وَسَناهُ طالَ في الجَوِّ رَفيعا
Its flame struck within the breast,
and its radiance rose high in the air.
لَيسَ يَدري وَقعَها غَيرُ شَجٍ
فارَقَ الأَوطان مِثلي وَالرُبوعا
None knows its impact but a sorrowing man
who, like me, has left his homelands and abodes;
أَو مُعَنّىً بِهَوىً تَيَّمَهُ
مِن غَزالٍ راحَ لِلوَصلِ مَنوعا
or one tormented by a love that enslaved him,
for a gazelle now withholding union,
يُخجِلُ الشَمسَ سَناءً وَسَنا
وَمَهاةَ الرَملِ جِيداً وَتَليعا
who puts the sun to shame in splendor and radiance,
and the desert oryx in the grace and length of the neck.
أَسهَرَ الجَفنَ خَلِيّاً عَن كَرىً
مُقلَةً لَم تُطعَمِ النَومَ هُجُوعا
He kept the eyelid sleepless, empty of slumber—
an eye never nourished with sleep's repose.
كَيفَ يَكرى ناظِرٌ فارَقَهُ
ناظِرُ العَيشِ مِنَ اللَيلِ هَزيعا
How can an eye sleep when it has lost
the pupil of life, for a watch of the night?
وَشَبابٍ شَرخُهُ مُقتَبلٌ
كانَ في الصَدِّ لَدى العَبدِ هَزيعا
And a youth whose prime had just begun
was only a brief span for this servant amid estrangement.
لَم يَكُن إِلّا كُحُلمٍ وَاِنقَضى
أَو خَيالٍ في الكَرى مَرَّ سَريعا
It was only a dream, and it ended,
or a vision in slumber that passed swiftly.
أَزمَعَت حَسرَتُهُ لا تَنقَضي
آهِ ما أَعجَلَ ما وَلّى زَميعا
Its regret resolved never to end;
ah, how quickly it went, hastening away!
لَستُ أَرضى مِنَّةَ السُقيا لَهُ
وَسَحابُ الجفنِ يَسقيهِ الرَبيعا
I seek no favor of watering for it,
while the eyelid's cloud waters its spring.
وَالَّذي هاجَ الجَوى قَمَرِيَّة
بِالضُحى تَهتِفُ بِالأَيكِ سُجوعا
What stirred the inward grief was a turtledove,
cooing in the grove at forenoon.
كُلَّما ناحَت عَلى أَفنانِها
هاجَتِ الصَبَّ غَراماً وَوُلُوعا
Whenever she lamented upon her branches,
she stirred the lover to passion and ardor.
وَإِذا غَنَّت لَهُ عَنَّت لَهُ
ذِكرَةٌ لِلشامِ زادَتهُ نُزوعا
And whenever she sang to him, there came to him
a memory of al-Sham that increased his yearning.
يا سَقى اللَهُ حِماها وَابِلاً
مُسبِلَ الطَرفِ مِنَ الغَيثِ هَمُوعا
Ah, may God water its sanctuary with a downpour,
rain with lowered gaze, pouring in streams.
حَيثُ ربعُ اللَهوِ مِنها آهِلٌ
وَالمَغاني في مَغانيها جَميعا
Where its quarter of pleasure is inhabited,
and all the haunts lie in its dwelling places.
كُلُّ رودٍ أُلبِسَت شَرخَ الصِبا
وَكَساها الحُسنُ ديباجاً بَديعا
Every tender maiden is clothed in youth's prime,
and beauty robes her in wondrous brocade.
لَم يَرعَها غَيرَ رَيعان الصِبا
وَهَوىً إِن تَدعُهُ لَبّى مُطيعا
She has had no guardian but youth's first bloom,
and love that answers obediently if she calls it.
كَم لَنا فيهِنَّ مِن بَهنانَةٍ
وَلعَ القَلبُ بِها خوداً سَموعا
How many a sweet-natured woman we have among them,
a lovely, attentive maiden whom the heart adores.
لَستُ أَنسى ساعَةَ التَوديعِ إِذ
وَقَفَت في مَوقفِ البينِ خَضُوعا
I do not forget the hour of farewell, when
she stood, humbled, at the place of parting,
وَهيَ تُذري لُؤلُؤاً مِن نَرجِسٍ
فَوقَ وَردٍ كادَ طيباً أَن يَضُوعا
scattering pearls from narcissi
upon roses almost wafting their fragrance.
عَلِقتَ ذَيلي وَخانَتها القُوى
فَاِنثَنَت مِن وَقعَةِ البينِ صَريعا
She clung to my hem, and her strength betrayed her;
she collapsed, felled by the blow of parting.
وَأَفاقَت وَبِها رسّ الجَوى
ثُمَّ قالَت وَشَكَت دَهراً خَدوعا
She revived, with the first stirrings of grief within her,
then spoke, lamenting a treacherous age:
لا رَعى اللَهُ المَعالي مَطلَباً
كَم تَرى مُغرى بِها صَبّاً وَلوعا
May God not protect lofty honors as a goal!
How many a passionate lover you see enthralled by them!
كُنتَ لي بَدراً مُنيراً فَاِختَفى
في سِرارٍ بَعدَ ما سرَّ طُلوعا
You were a shining full moon for me, then vanished
into moonless darkness after a rising that brought joy.
وَشَباباً لاحَ بَدراً عِندَما
أَشعَلَ الرَأس سَناً راحَ مريعا
And a youth that shone as a full moon when
it set the head aglow, then departed, causing dismay.
أَيُّها الظاعِنُ وَالقَلبُ عَلى
إِثرِهِ مُذ سارَ ما زالَ هَلوعا
O departing one, while the heart, following
in his wake, has stayed distraught since he set out,
لا تَكُن لِلعَهدِ بَعدي ناسِياً
يا حَياتي وَاِعطِفَن نَحوي رُجُوعا
do not forget our covenant after leaving me;
O my life, turn back toward me.
وَإِذا لَم تَرعَ عَهدي فَاِذكُرَن
عَهدَ مِن خَلّفتَ وَالطفلَ الرَضيعا
And if you do not honor my pledge, remember
the bond of those you left behind, and the nursing child.
كَيفَ تَنسى زَينَباً أَو أُختَها
كُلَّما قالَت أَبي أَذَرَت دُموعا
How can you forget Zaynab or her sister,
who sheds tears whenever she says, 'Father'?
لَهُما مِنكَ وَإِن طالَ المَدى
ذِمَّةٌ تُرعى وَعَهدٌ لَن يَضيعا
They both have a claim upon you, however long the distance:
an obligation to honor and a covenant—neither to be lost.
وَشَفيعُ الدَمعِ يَجري دُرَراً
مِثلَ دُرٍّ وَقعُهُ يَحكي الصَقيعا
And tears run as an intercessor, pearl upon pearl,
like pearls whose fall resembles frost.
قُلتُ هَيهاتَ شَفيع أَو أَرى
فَضلَ سَعدِ الدينِ فيهِنَّ شَفيعا
I said: 'An intercessor is far beyond reach, unless I see
Sa'd al-Din's bounty interceding for them.'
سَعدُ دينِ اللَهِ مَجلى سِرِّهِ
في ظُهورٍ بَلَغَ السَقفَ الرَفيعا
Sa'd of God's religion, the manifestation of His secret,
in a revelation reaching the lofty vault.
مُظهِرُ الأَلطافِ فَيّاضُ النَدى
عَن أَيادٍ تُخجِلُ الغَيثَ الرَبيعا
Revealer of kindnesses, overflowing with generosity,
through favors that put spring rain to shame.
عالمٌ عَذبُ السَجايا ناسكٌ
كُلَّما اِزدادَ تُقىً زادَ خُشوعا
A scholar of sweet character, an ascetic,
whose humility grows whenever his piety grows.
قانِتٌ لِلّهِ فيهِ خِشيَةٌ
يَقطَعُ اللَيلَ قِياماً وَرُكوعا
Devout toward God, filled with reverent fear,
he spends the night standing and bowing.
طاهِرُ الشيمةَ عَفُّ الذَيلِ لا
يَزدَهيهِ جانِبا الدُنيا مُريعا
Pure in character, chaste of hem, he is not
beguiled by either side of the world in its abundance.
مُستَنيرُ الرَأيِ مَرهوبُ الحِجى
أَريَحِيُّ الجود كَم أَولى صَنيعا
Illuminated in judgment, awe-inspiring in intellect,
openhandedly generous—how many favors he has bestowed!
قَد حَمى الإِسلام مِنهُ صارِمٌ
فَلَّ عَنّا حادِثَ الخَطبِ شَنيعا
A sword of his has protected Islam,
turning dire calamity away from us,
وَيَراعٍ ينظِمُ الشُهبَ وَإِن
نَثَرَ الدُرَّ كَسا الرَوضَ وَشيعا
and a pen that strings the shooting stars; and if
it scatters pearls, it clothes the meadow in embroidery.
ما مَشى في الطِرسِ إلّا خِلتَهُ
أَرقَماً يَنسابُ في الرَوضِ ضَليعا
Whenever it moves across the parchment, you would think it
a mighty speckled serpent gliding through the meadow.
يَنفُثُ الأَريَ لراجي وُدِّهِ
وَلِباغي ضِدِّهِ السُمَّ النَقيعا
It breathes honey to one who hopes for his friendship,
and deadly poison for one who seeks his enmity.
مُذ رَسا لِلملكِ طَوداً لَم يَزَل
رُكنهُ مِن حادِثِ الدَهرِ مَنيعا
Since he settled as a mountain for the kingdom, still
its pillar stands secure against time's misfortunes.
يَحتَبي الحُلمَ بِحِقوَيهِ إِذا
زَعزَعت عاصِف ريحِ الطَيشِ ريعا
He girds his loins with forbearance when
the raging wind of recklessness shakes a ridge.
أَيُّها السالِكُ مِن نَهجِ الهُدى
طُرُقَ الحَقِّ دَعِ المَشيَ هَيوعا
O traveler, following the path of guidance
on the roads of truth, cease walking in panic.
وَاِستَبِق سدَّةَ سَعد نورها
قَد بَدا مِن أُفقِ الحَقِّ صَديعا
And hasten to Sa'd's threshold; its light
has broken forth from the horizon of truth.
الإِمامُ المُجتَبى سَعدُ الوَرى
فَهوَ مَن يَنتَظِرُ القَومَ تَبيعا
The chosen imam, Sa'd, the joy of mankind,
he awaits the people as followers.
صاحِبُ الخيرَةِ وَالنُور الَّذي
مَلَأَ الآفاقَ وَالكَونَ شُيوعا
Possessor of distinction and the light that
has filled the horizons and the universe, spreading everywhere.
هُوَ ظِلُّ الظِلِّ وَالظلُّ كَما
قيلَ عَينُ الشَمسِ إِن كُنتَ سَميعا
He is the shadow of the shadow; and the shadow, as
has been said, is the very sun—if you can hear.
لَيسَ تَخفي ذاتُهُ إِلّا عَلى
أَكمهٍ لا يَعرِفُ الصُبحَ الصَديعا
His essence is hidden only from
one born blind, who cannot know the breaking dawn.
رُتَبٌ تَسقطُ حَسرى دونَها
مُستَطيلاتُ الأَمانيّ وُقوعا
Ranks beneath which fall, exhausted,
the far-reaching ambitions, collapsing.
لَم تُنَل بِالسَعيِ كلّا إِنَّما
هُوَ فَضلُ اللَهِ فيهِ قَد أُذيعا
Not attained through striving—no! Rather,
it is God's bounty, made manifest in him.
أَيُّها المَولى الَّذي أَعتابُهُ
لِأُلي العِلمِ غَدَت ربعاً وَسيعا
O master, whose thresholds
have become a spacious abode for the learned,
وَأَقامَ السَعدُ في أَكنافِها
بَيتَ فَضلٍ حَجّهُ الناسِ رَفيعا
good fortune has erected in their precincts
a lofty house of bounty to which people make pilgrimage.
رُكنُهُ رُكنٌ لَنا مُلتَزَمٌ
وَحِماهُ حَرَمٌ يُلفى مَنيعا
Its corner is a corner we cling to,
and his sanctuary is a sacred precinct found impregnable.
فَبنو الآمال طافَت حَولَهُ
تَبتَغي مِن فَضلِهِ الفَضلَ نُجوعا
Thus the sons of hope circle around it,
seeking bounty from his bounty, coming for sustenance.
وَبَنو الآداب في ساحاتِهِ
قَد أَقامَت تُنشئُ الوَشيَ البَديعا
And the sons of letters in his courtyards
have settled, weaving wondrous embroidery.
وَمُلوكُ النَظمِ وَالنَثر بِها
هَيبَةٌ مِن نُطقِهِ تُبدي الخُضوعا
And the kings of verse and prose within them
show submission in awe of his speech.
يا لَها أَكنافُ سَعدٍ أَصبَحَت
يَذكُرُ الفَضلَ حِماها وَالرَبيعا
Ah, how wondrous Sa'd's precincts have become!
Their sanctuary recalls al-Fadl and al-Rabi'.
فَاِبنُ عَبّادٍ لَوِ اِجتازَ بِها
لَرَأى فَضلاً يُنسّيهِ البَديعا
For if Ibn 'Abbad were to pass through them,
he would see excellence that made him forget al-Badi'.
وَدَرى أَنّ المَعالي لَم تَكُن
تَحتَ حَصر العَصر بَل فَضلٌ أُشيعا
And he would know that lofty attainments were not
confined to one age, but were bounty spread abroad.
فَلَعَمري إِنَّ مَغناها لَنا
جَنَّةٌ أَنهارُها تَجري نُبوعا
By my life, their dwelling place is for us
a garden whose rivers flow from springs.
أَبتَغي فيها مُقامي مِثلَ ما
يَبتَغي فَضلكَ في الدُنيا الشُيوعا
I seek to reside there, just as
your bounty seeks to spread throughout the world.
وَلِساني عَنكَ يَهوى السرَّ كي
يَنثُر الإِحسانَ في الأَرضِ مشيعا
And my tongue longs for your secret, so that it may
scatter beneficence abroad over the earth,
بَينَ أَقطار دِمَشق وَيَرى
مَنزِلاً فارَقَهُ الجِسم جَزوعا
through the regions of Damascus, and see
a dwelling the body left in anguish.
ما شَرِبنا الماءَ كَلّا وَالكَلا
مُنذُ عامَينِ وَحَسبي أَن أَضيعا
We have not drunk the water—no—nor tasted the herbage
for two years; enough that I should waste away!
ما لَهُم ثَمَّ سِوى مَولاهُم
ثُمَّ هَذا العَبدُ فَاِرسِلهُ سَريعا
They have no one there except their master,
and then this servant—so send him swiftly.
لا بَرِحتَ الدَهرَ ردّافَ العَطا
عَن أَيادٍ تُخجِلُ السحبَ صَنيعا
May you never cease, through time, to give gift after gift,
with favors whose beneficence puts the clouds to shame,
بَينَ إِقبالِ وَعيدٍ عايِدٍ
بِأَمانٍ في زَمانٍ ما أُريعا
amid prosperity and a returning festival,
in safety, in an age untroubled by fear,
وَبَنُوكَ الغُرُّ ساداتُ الوَرى
في الوَرى طابُوا أصولاً وَفُروعا
and your radiant sons, lords of mankind,
noble among mankind in root and branch,
ما صَبا صَبٌّ إِلى أَوطانِهِ
نازِحُ الدار وَاِشتاقَ رُبوعا
as long as a lover yearns for his homelands,
far from home, and longs for its dwelling places.
Sol 6.1