إِذا مَرِضَت نَفسي فَأَنتُم أُساتها
وَإِن ظَمئت يَوماً فَأَنتُم فُراتُها
If my soul falls ill, you are its physicians.
And if one day it thirsts, you are its sweet water.
لَها مِنكُمُ الودّ الَّذي سارَ ذِكرَهُ
وَحَدَّث عَنهُ الرَكب تَحدُو حُداتها
From you it has affection whose fame has spread,
and the caravan has spoken of it, its camel-drivers chanting.
فَما خَبَرٌ قَد زَخرَفَتهُ عِصابَةٌ
تَقوّله عَنّي الغَداةَ غواتُها
What, then, is this report a faction has embellished,
which its misguided members fabricated about me this morning?
يَرومون أَن أَسلُو هَواكُم بِجَهلِهم
وَهَيهات أَن تَسلُو النُفوسَ حَياتُها
In their ignorance, they seek to make me forget my love for you,
yet never could souls forget their very life.
لَئِن نَقَل الأَقوامُ عَنّي جِنايَةً
لَهُم وَالإِمامِ الحَقِّ حَقّاً جناتُها
If people have attributed an offense to me,
they, by the true Imam, are indeed its perpetrators.
وَما شَتَمَ الإِنسانَ إِلّا مُبلِّغٌ
أَفاعيَ قَولٍ ظَلَّ فيها رقاتُها
And none insults a person but one who passes on
vipers of speech, among which their charmers remain.
إِذا نَبأٌ مِن فاسِقٍ جاءَ بَغتَةً
تَبيَّن لَهُ فَالنَفسُ زينٌ تقاتُها
If news from a transgressor comes suddenly,
verify it, for piety is the soul's adornment.
أَبَعدَ وَلائي أُصبِحُ اليَوم ناصِبا
فَيا خُطَّةً قَد حارَ فيها هُداتُها
After my allegiance, am I to become an enemy today?
Ah, what a predicament, in which its guides are bewildered!
وَما هَذِهِ إِلّا أُفيكَة مصطحٍ
وَشى وَشِرار الناسُ عِندي وُشاتها
And this is nothing but a fabrication by Mistah,
who slandered; in my eyes, its tale-bearers are the worst of people.
هُمُ نَقَلوا عَنّي الَّذي لَم أَفُه بِهِ
وَما آفَة الأَخبار إِلّا رُواتُها
They reported about me what I never uttered,
and the bane of reports is none other than their transmitters.
Sol 6.1