مَطالِعُ سَعدٍ لِلسُعود مَطالِعُ
وَشهب العُلا مِن أُفقِهِنَّ طَوالِعُ
Risings of good fortune are ascendants for auspicious stars,
And meteors of eminence rise from their horizon;
وَأَنجُمُ إِقبالٍ بِأَفلاكِ دَولَةٍ
بَدَت مِن بُروج السَعد وَالسَعدُ طالِعُ
And stars of prosperity in the spheres of sovereignty
Have appeared from fortune's zodiacal signs, with fortune rising.
وَأَقمارُ عزٍّ في مَنازلِ رفعةٍ
لَها بِاِقتِرانات السُعود تَجامُعُ
And moons of might in the stations of elevation
Have their gathering in conjunctions of the auspicious stars.
لَها شَرَفٌ فَوقَ الثَوابِتِ ثابِتٌ
وَنور عُلاه في البَسيطة واقِعُ
Theirs is a dignity fixed above the fixed stars,
And the light of its eminence falls upon the earth.
يُرى لارتِفاع المَجدِ تَحتَ مَدارِها
شُعاعٌ بِأَقطار العَوالِم لامِعُ
Beneath their orbit, through glory's elevation, is seen
A ray shining throughout the regions of the worlds.
لَدى سُدَّة الأَجيال سُدَّةُ عالم
إِمامٍ لَدى أَعتابِهِ الفَخرُ خاضِعُ
At the seat of generations, the seat of a scholar,
An imam before whose thresholds pride bows.
مَليك النّهى ماضٍ عَلى الحَزم أَمرُهُ
وَلَيسَ لَهُ نَحوَ المَعالي مُضارِعُ
A king of intellect, whose command proceeds with resolve,
And he has no rival in seeking the heights.
وَلَيث مَوالي العَصر دانَت لِمَجدِهِ
وَحَسبُكَ مَجدٌ لا يُدانيه طامِعُ
And a lion—the lords of the age have bowed to his glory;
Glory no aspirant can approach is glory enough for you.
إِمام تُقىً لا تَزدَهيهِ المَطامِعُ
وَطَودُ حِجىً لَم تَستَمِلهُ الزَعازِعُ
An imam of piety, unbeguiled by ambitions,
And a mountain of wisdom, unswayed by tempests.
لَهُ النَسَب الوَضّاحُ في جَوهَر العُلا
نَما الفَخر مِنهُ وَهوَ كَهلٌ وَيافِعُ
His is an illustrious lineage in the very substance of eminence;
Glory grew from him as a mature man and as a youth.
وَخُلق يرى ما الرَوضُ غِبّ سَمائِهِ
بِأَنضرَ مِنهُ وَهوَ أَزهَرُ يانِعُ
And a character: the garden after its rain appears
No fresher than it, though radiant and flourishing.
هُمام تظنيهِ طَليعَةُ رَأيِهِ
كَأَنَّ بِها ما في الغُيوب يُطالِعُ
A magnanimous man whose surmise is the vanguard of his judgment,
As though through it he beholds what lies unseen.
أَفادَ عُلومَ الأَوَّلينَ مُقَرِّراً
لَها طِبقَ ما جاءَت بِهِنَّ الشَرائِعُ
He acquired the sciences of the ancients, affirming
Them in accord with what the sacred laws have brought.
حَكيمٌ إِذا يَوماً دَقائِقُ فِكرِهِ
رَقت دَرجَ الأفلاكِ فيها المَطالِعُ
A sage: when one day the subtleties of his thought
Climbed the degrees of the spheres, where the ascendants lie,
وَفاضَت عَلَيها مِن مَبادي عُلومِهِ
بِحكمَةِ إِشراق سَناهُنَّ ساطِعُ
And poured over them from the first principles of his sciences,
Through illuminative wisdom, their radiance shining,
أَفاضَت عَلى السَيّارَة السَبع سِرّ ما
بِهِ تَقبلُ التَكوينَ عَنها الطَبائِعُ
They bestowed upon the seven planets the secret of that
By which the elements receive formation from them.
فَشرّف كيواناً بِرِفعَةِ شَأنِهِ
وَأَجزَل فَيضَ المُشتَري وَهوَ راجِعُ
Thus he exalted Kaywan through the loftiness of his stature,
And made Jupiter's outpouring abundant, even in retrograde;
وَأَعطى سَنا المرّيخِ شُعلَةَ نارِهِ
يَجودُ بِها في أفقه وَيمانِعُ
And gave the radiance of Mars the flame of his fire,
Which it lavishes in its horizon and uses to repel;
وَخَصّ بِأَنواع السَحاب عُطارِداً
فَها هُوَ في حُسنِ الكِتابَةِ بارِعُ
And singled out Mercury for kinds of clouds,
So behold, it is accomplished in fine writing.
وَأَكسَبَ جِرم البَدرِ نُوراً مُقَدّراً
مَنازِلَهُ كَي تَستَعدّ طَبائِعُ
And gave the full moon's orb a light, determining
Its stations, so that natural qualities might be readied;
وَأَلقى عَلى الشَمس الضِياء مُحبِّباً
إِلى الزُهرَة الأَلحانَ فيها تُراجِعُ
And cast radiance upon the sun, endearing
Melodies to Venus, who repeats them.
فَقُل لِفَتىً ما زالَ ترشِق جِسمَه
سِهامُ النَوى عَن قَوسِها وَتدافِعُ
So say to a youth whose body is ceaselessly struck
By separation's arrows, loosed from its bow and pressing on,
أَخي السَير في الآفاق هَيأة شَكلِهُ
تَراها اِضمَحَلَّت مِنهُ وَالجِسمُ ظالِعُ
A companion of journeys through the horizons, whose outward form
You see has wasted away, while his body limps:
لَهُ هِمّةٌ في الأَوجِ لَكنَّ حَظّهُ
حَضيضُ الثَرى مِن دُونِهِ مُتَرافِعُ
His aspiration is at the apogee, yet his fortune
Lies so low that the earth's nadir towers above it.
تَرى الزَمَن القَطاع أَلّفَ جَفنَهُ
بِطُولِ سُهادٍ وَالدُموع هَوامِعُ
You see ravaging time has accustomed his eyelid
To long sleeplessness, while tears stream down.
إِلى كَم تَنُصّ العِيس في طَلَب السُرى
لِنَيلِ العُلا تَسعى لَهُ وَتسارِعُ
How long will you urge the pale camels on, seeking night journeys,
Striving and hastening to attain eminence?
وَتُصبِحُ في أَرض وَتمسي بِغَيرِها
حَليفَ السُرى كَدّاً وَعُمرُكَ ضائِعُ
And spend the morning in one land and the evening in another,
A toiling companion of night journeys, your life going to waste?
تُعاني اِنقِلابَ الدَهرِ عَنكَ وَمَيلَهُ
لِكُلِّ جَهولٍ في الجَهالَةِ راتِعُ
You suffer time's turning away from you and its leaning
Toward every ignoramus grazing in ignorance.
يُريشُ لَهُ نسرَ الأَمانِيِّ طائِراً
وَنَسرُكَ في وكر المَذَلَّةِ واقِعُ
It feathers for him the eagle of wishes, setting it flying,
While your eagle lies fallen in the nest of humiliation.
وَتَهجُرُ داراً بِالشَآمِ حَبيبَةً
سَقاها الحَيا وَالهاطِلاتُ الهَوامِعُ
And you abandon a beloved home in al-Sham—
May rain and streaming downpours water it.
أَلج بِبَسيط الظِلِّ مِن عَرشِ مَجدِهِ
وَمِل لِزَوايا سَطحِهِ فَهوَ واسِعُ
Enter the broad shade cast by the throne of his glory,
And turn to the corners of its surface, for it is spacious.
فَفيها يُرى القُطبُ الجُنوبِيّ مُنزَوٍ
وَفي جانِبٍ مِنها الشَماليُّ طالِعُ
There the southern pole is seen tucked away,
And on one side of it the northern pole rises.
وَلا تَرَ مَيلاً عَن مُعَدَّلِ بابِهِ
تَصل لِلمُنى فَالمَيلُ فيهِ تَقاطعُ
And consider no deviation from the equator of his gate:
You will reach your hopes, for deviation there means severance.
فَما مَركَز الآمالِ إِلا جَنابُهُ
وَيَكفيكَ بُرهانٌ عَلى ذَلِكَ قاطِعُ
For the center of hopes is none but his court,
And a conclusive proof of that will suffice you:
إِقامَةُ أَرباب الكَمال بِبابِهِ
عَلى قَدم الإِجلال وَهيَ خَواضِعُ
The masters of perfection stand at his gate,
In reverent attendance, humbly bowed.
كَأَنَّ عَلى هاماتِها الطَيرُ هَيبَةً
وَلا قَول إِلّا ما تُشيرُ الأَصابِعُ
As though birds sat on their heads, so great is their awe,
And no speech passes save what fingers signal.
فيا أَيُّها المَولى الَّذي سارَ ذِكرُهُ
مَسيرَ الصَبا حَيثُ البِلادُ شَواسِعُ
So O master whose fame has traveled
Like the east wind through far-flung lands,
وَمَن أَجمَعَت آراء كُلٍّ بِأَنَّهُ
وَحيدٌ لِأَشتاتِ الفَضائل جامِعُ
And you of whom everyone's judgment agrees
That you alone unite the scattered virtues,
وَصَدرُ هذا العَصر وَالفاضِل الَّذي
بِآرائِهِ تُهدى النُجوم الطَوالِعُ
And foremost man of this age, the excellent one
Whose judgments guide the rising stars,
وَمن باب مَأوى العُفاةِ وَرُكنُهُ
لَدى حادِثاتِ الدَهرِ ركنٌ مُدافِعُ
And you whose gate is a refuge for supplicants, and whose pillar
Amid time's calamities is a pillar of defense:
لِسَدَّتِهِ العُليا رَفعتُ ظُلامَةً
عَليّ جَناها صَرفُهُ المُتَتابِعُ
To his lofty seat I have brought a grievance
That time's incessant reversals have inflicted on me.
يُبيحُ المُنى أَهل الجَهالة مِثل ما
يُبيحُ المَنايا دونَ ما أَنا طامِعُ
It grants wishes to the ignorant, just as
It grants death instead of what I crave.
وَأَعلَمُ ذَنبي عِندَهُ وَهوَ جاهِلٌ
بِأَنَّ مَديحي بابكم لِيَ شافِعُ
And I know my offense in its eyes, though it does not know
That my praise of your gate intercedes for me.
عَسى نَظرة مَولاي نحوي فَإِنَّني
مَحَلٌّ لِما تُسدي وَأَنّك صانِعُ
May my master's glance turn toward me, for I am
A fitting recipient of what you bestow, and you are a benefactor.
فَعبدُكَ هَذا الدَهرُ أَصبَحَ عامِلاً
لِخَفضي وَما لي غَيرَ فِعلِكَ رافِعُ
For this age, your servant, has set itself to work
To bring me low, and none but your action can raise me.
بَقيتَ بَقاءَ الفَرقَدَينِ بِنِعمَةٍ
جَنابُكَ مَأمولٌ وَفَضلُكَ واسِعُ
May you endure, blessed, as long as the two Farqad stars,
Your court a place of hope, your bounty vast,
مَدى الدَهر ما حَنَّ الغَريبُ وَما شَدَت
عَلى مِنبر الأَغصان وُرقٌ سَواجِعُ
Throughout time, while the exile yearns and there sing
Upon the pulpit of branches gray, cooing doves.
Sol 6.1