أَظُنُّكَI think you خِلتَsupposed الشَوقَlonging وَالنَأيَand separation أَبكانيmade me weep
أَظُنُّكَ خِلتَ الشَوقَ وَالنَأيَ أَبكاني
فَأقبَلتَso you came نَحويtoward me يابِسَdry الدَمعِof tears تَلحانيreproaching me
فَأقبَلتَ نَحوي يابِسَ الدَمعِ تَلحاني
I think you supposed that longing and separation made me weep,
I thought you were devoid of longing and separation that made me weep
so you came toward me, dry-eyed, reproaching me.
So you came to me with dry tears reproaching me
فَقُمthen rise فَاِلتَمِسand seek خِلّاًa friend سِوايَother than me فَماfor not أَرىI approve of
فَقُم فَاِلتَمِس خِلّاً سِوايَ فَما أَرى
صَحابَةَthe companionship of مَنone who لَمdoes not يتَّبِعfollow شَأنُهُhis concern شانيmy concern
صَحابَةَ مَن لَم يتَّبِع شَأنُهُ شاني
Then rise and seek a friend other than me, for I cannot accept
So get up and seek another friend than me, for I don’t see
the company of one whose concerns do not accord with mine.
The companionship of one whose way of life doesn’t resemble mine
كَأَنَّكَas though you ماdid not شاهَدتَwitness ماwhat قَدhad أَصابَنيbefallen me
كَأَنَّكَ ما شاهَدتَ ما قَد أَصابَني
بِهِwith it الدَهرُTime مِنamong صُيّابِthe finest of قَوميmy people وَإِخوانيand my brothers
بِهِ الدَهرُ مِن صُيّابِ قَومي وَإِخواني
It is as though you never witnessed what afflicted me
It’s as if you never witnessed what fate has inflicted upon me
at Time's hand: the loss of the finest of my people and my brothers.
From the slander of my people and brothers
رُزِئتُI was bereaved of مُلوكاًkings لَوif بَكَيتُI wept لِفَقدِهِمfor their loss
رُزِئتُ مُلوكاً لَو بَكَيتُ لِفَقدِهِم
دَماًblood ماnot كَفانيwould suffice me عُمرُthe lifetime of نُوحٍNoah وَلُقمانِand Luqman
دَماً ما كَفاني عُمرُ نُوحٍ وَلُقمانِ
I have lost kings; were I to weep for their loss
I was mocked as if I were kings, and if I wept for their loss
blood, the lifetimes of Noah and Luqman would not suffice me.
The life of Noah and Luqman wouldn’t suffice my weeping
بِهِمthrough them كُنتُI used to أَرميshoot at مَنwhoever رَمانيshot at me وَأَتَّقيand guard myself against
بِهِم كُنتُ أَرمي مَن رَماني وَأَتَّقي
بِهِمthrough them نائِباتِthe calamities of الدَهرِTime مِنfrom حَيثُwherever تَلقانيthey meet me
بِهِم نائِباتِ الدَهرِ مِن حَيثُ تَلقاني
Through them I shot at whoever shot at me, and guarded myself
With them I would retaliate against whoever attacked me and be wary
through them against Time's calamities, wherever they met me.
Of the vicissitudes of fate from wherever they come upon me
بِأَسيافِهِمby their swords ذاقُواthey tasted الرَدىdeath وَتَجَرَّعُواand swallowed in gulps
بِأَسيافِهِم ذاقُوا الرَدى وَتَجَرَّعُوا
حَساthe draughts of المَوتِdeath لاnot أَسيافِthe swords of قَيسٍQays وَغَيلانِand Ghaylan
حَسا المَوتِ لا أَسيافِ قَيسٍ وَغَيلانِ
By their own swords they tasted death and swallowed
With their swords they tasted destruction and gulped down
death's draughts—not by the swords of Qays and Ghaylan.
The bitterness of death, not the swords of Qais and Ghailan
وَلَيسَand it was not عُقوقاًdisloyalty مِنهُمُon their part بَلbut تَعالِياًan ascent
وَلَيسَ عُقوقاً مِنهُمُ بَل تَعالِياً
إِلىto خَيرِthe best of غاياتٍdestinations وَأَشرَفِand the noblest بُنيانِedifice
إِلى خَيرِ غاياتٍ وَأَشرَفِ بُنيانِ
It was no disloyalty on their part, but an ascent
It’s not their disloyalty, but their ascendance
to the best of destinations and the noblest edifice.
To the best of goals and most noble edifices
لَعَمريby my life لَقَدindeed سُرَّwas gladdened العَدُوُّthe enemy وَأظهِرَتand were revealed
لَعَمري لَقَد سُرَّ العَدُوُّ وَأظهِرَت
دَفاناتُburied stores of أَحقادٍhatreds سُتِرنَthat were concealed وَأَضغانِand grudges
دَفاناتُ أَحقادٍ سُتِرنَ وَأَضغانِ
By my life, the enemy rejoiced, and there were revealed
By my life, the enemy rejoiced and hidden
buried hatreds, once concealed, and grudges.
Grudges emerged and covered rancors surfaced
وَمَدَّتand stretched out عَضاريطُthe lackeys among الرِجالِmen أَكُفَّهاtheir hands
وَمَدَّت عَضاريطُ الرِجالِ أَكُفَّها
لِتَلمَسَto reach for عِزّاًhonor بَعدَafter ذُلٍّhumiliation وَإِذعانِand submission
لِتَلمَسَ عِزّاً بَعدَ ذُلٍّ وَإِذعانِ
And the lackeys among men stretched out their hands
And the palms of men stretched out
to reach for honor after humiliation and submission.
To grasp glory after humiliation and coercion
وَأَطمَعَand made covetous فِيناtoward us فَقدُهُمtheir loss كُلَّevery مُسبَعٍbaseborn wretch
وَأَطمَعَ فِينا فَقدُهُم كُلَّ مُسبَعٍ
وَشاوِيِّand a herder of أَغنامٍsheep وَعامِلِand a driver of فَدّانِa plow-team
وَشاوِيِّ أَغنامٍ وَعامِلِ فَدّانِ
Their loss made every baseborn wretch covet us,
And their loss made every ravenous beast covetous
every sheep-herder and driver of a plow-team.
And every shepherd of sheep and worker of treachery hopeful
فَياso, O بارِدَcold الأَنفاسِin breath دَعنيleave me فَإِنَّهُfor indeed it
فَيا بارِدَ الأَنفاسِ دَعني فَإِنَّهُ
قَليلٌis little لَهُمfor them مِنfrom مَعشَرٍa people فَيضُthe overflow of أَجفانِeyelids
قَليلٌ لَهُم مِن مَعشَرٍ فَيضُ أَجفانِ
O you of cold breath, leave me be; for
So leave me be O cold-breathed one, for they have few
the flood from a people's eyelids is little enough for them.
From a people whose eyelids overflow with tears
فَلَوso if جاءَكَcame to you الناعِيthe death-messenger بِماwith what جاءَنيcame to me بِهِwith it
فَلَو جاءَكَ الناعِي بِما جاءَني بِهِ
لَماthen not عِشتَyou would have lived إِلّاexcept لابِساًwearing ثَوبَthe robe of أَسفانِa grief-stricken man
لَما عِشتَ إِلّا لابِساً ثَوبَ أَسفانِ
Had the death-messenger brought you what he brought me,
If the bearer of news came to you with what came to me
you would have lived only wearing a mourner's robe.
You wouldn’t live except wearing the garb of misery
لَطابَwould have been pleasant لَدَيكَto you النَوحُlamentation وَاستُسمِجَand seemed distasteful العَزاconsolation
لَطابَ لَدَيكَ النَوحُ وَاستُسمِجَ العَزا
وَأَصبَحتَand you would have become فيin شَأنِthe matter of البُكاweeping بَعضَone of أَعوانيmy helpers
وَأَصبَحتَ في شَأنِ البُكا بَعضَ أَعواني
Lamentation would have pleased you, and consolation seemed distasteful,
Mourning would be sweet to you and you would persist in condolences
and in the work of weeping you would have become one of my helpers.
And join me in the state of weeping
أَتَلحىdo you reproach عَلىfor فَيضِthe overflow of الدُموعِtears وَقَدwhen already ثَوىlies buried
أَتَلحى عَلى فَيضِ الدُموعِ وَقَد ثَوى
أَخيmy brother وَشَقيقيand my full brother وَاِبنُand the son of عَمّيmy paternal uncle وَخُلصانيand my intimate friends
أَخي وَشَقيقي وَاِبنُ عَمّي وَخُلصاني
Do you reproach my streaming tears, when laid to rest are
Do you reproach me for overflowing with tears when
my brother, my full brother, my cousin, and my dearest friends?
My brother, cousin, and loyal nephew have passed away
أَمِنis it from بَعدِafter مَذكُورٍMadhkur أَصُونُI hold back مُدامعاًtears
أَمِن بَعدِ مَذكُورٍ أَصُونُ مُدامعاً
تَقِلُّwould be too little لَهُfor him لَوeven if أَنَّهاthat they were مِنof دَمٍblood قانِdeep red
تَقِلُّ لَهُ لَو أَنَّها مِن دَمٍ قانِ
After Madhkur, should I hold back tears
After the deceased should I withhold my tears
that would be too little for him even if they were crimson blood?
That would diminish for his sake if they were blood
أَلاindeed عَمِيَتmay it go blind عَينُthe eye of اِمرِئٍa man لَمdoes not تَجُدshed generously لَهُfor him
أَلا عَمِيَت عَينُ اِمرِئٍ لَم تَجُد لَهُ
بِدَمعٍwith tears وَأَضحىand may become رَبُّهاits owner رَبَّlord of عميانِthe blind
بِدَمعٍ وَأَضحى رَبُّها رَبَّ عميانِ
May the eye of any man go blind if it grants him no
Indeed the eye of a man who doesn’t shed a tear for him is blind
tears, and may its owner become lord of the blind!
And his Lord is the Lord of the blind
وَأَيُّand what a اِبنِson of عَمٍّa paternal uncle إِنif دَعَوتُI called لِنازِلٍin a calamity
وَأَيُّ اِبنِ عَمٍّ إِن دَعَوتُ لِنازِلٍ
أَجابَhe answered بِعَزمٍwith resolve صادِقٍtrue غَيرِnot خَوّانِtreacherous
أَجابَ بِعَزمٍ صادِقٍ غَيرِ خَوّانِ
What a cousin! When I called upon him in a calamity,
And which cousin, if I called upon him in adversity,
he answered with true resolve, never treacherous.
Would respond with sincere resolve, not betraying
أَقُولُI say لِناعيهِto his death-messenger وَقَدwhile already كَظَّنِيhas choked me البُكاweeping
أَقُولُ لِناعيهِ وَقَد كَظَّنِي البُكا
وَقَدand already أَضَّhas pained مِنfrom صَدريmy breast تَأَجُّجُthe blazing of نِيرانِfires
وَقَد أَضَّ مِن صَدري تَأَجُّجُ نِيرانِ
I say to the messenger of his death, as weeping chokes me
I say to the bearer of news, as crying has overwhelmed me
and the blaze of fires torments my breast,
And the blazing fires have intensified in my chest
وَقَدand as أَشرَفَcame into view الرَكبُthe caravan العِراقيُّIraqi قَاصِداًbound
وَقَد أَشرَفَ الرَكبُ العِراقيُّ قَاصِداً
إِلىtoward الخَطِّal-Khatt أَعلاon the heights of ذِيDhu الشَقِيقَةِal-Shaqiqah فُرقانِtwo bands
إِلى الخَطِّ أَعلا ذِي الشَقِيقَةِ فُرقانِ
as the Iraqi caravan comes into view, bound
“Do not despair, for all proceed to decay
for al-Khatt, on the heights of Dhu al-Shaqiqah, in two bands:
And neither human nor Jinn live forever
أَحَقّاًis it true ثَوىhe lies buried فيin اللَحدِthe grave وَاِستَوطَنَand made his home in الثَرىthe earth
أَحَقّاً ثَوى في اللَحدِ وَاِستَوطَنَ الثَرى
وَجاوَرَand became a neighbor to فِيهِin it كُلَّevery ذِيone who is نازِحٍdistant دانِnear
وَجاوَرَ فِيهِ كُلَّ ذِي نازِحٍ دانِ
Is it true that he lies in the grave and has made the earth his home,
If he didn’t die by killing, he would’ve died of illness
and there neighbors every distant one brought near?
And the head of a warrior isn’t safe from fate’s havoc
فَقالَso he said نَعَمyes لَمdid not آتِI come حَتّىuntil تَناوَحَتlamented together
فَقالَ نَعَم لَم آتِ حَتّى تَناوَحَت
عَلىover يَومِهِthe day of his death بِيضُthe fair women of الخُدورِsecluded chambers بِأَلحانِin melodies
عَلى يَومِهِ بِيضُ الخُدورِ بِأَلحانِ
He said: Yes; I did not come until there had lamented
His killing isn’t something shameful for a man
over his death the fair women of the curtained chambers, in mournful strains,
When counted one day between elder and youth
وَحَتّىand until رَأَيتُI saw القَومَthe people حَولَaround سَريرِهِhis bier
وَحَتّى رَأَيتُ القَومَ حَولَ سَريرِهِ
حُفاةًbarefoot يَنادونَcrying out العَويلَlamentation بِإِعلانِaloud
حُفاةً يَنادونَ العَويلَ بِإِعلانِ
and until I had seen the people around his bier,
For Sattam died by Assim’s stab
barefoot and crying their lamentation aloud.
And Murra was hoped for among the sons of Adnan
فَقُلتُthen I said وَلَمand could not أَملِكcontrol عَزائِيmy composure وَعَبرَتيand my tears
فَقُلتُ وَلَم أَملِك عَزائِي وَعَبرَتي
أُرَدِّدُهاI wipe them repeatedly فيover صَحنِthe expanse of خَدّيmy cheek بِأَردانيwith my sleeves
أُرَدِّدُها في صَحنِ خَدّي بِأَرداني
Then I said, unable to control my grief or my tears,
And Hamza the Prophet’s uncle met his doom
rubbing them again and again across my cheek with my sleeves:
By the stab of a slave from the progeny of Abdan
أَلاalas شَقِيَتwere afflicted قَوميmy people لَقَدindeed غالَهاrobbed them الرَدىdeath
أَلا شَقِيَت قَومي لَقَد غالَها الرَدى
بِمقدامِof a leader in غاراتٍraids وَفَلّالِand a shatterer of أَقرانِrivals
بِمقدامِ غاراتٍ وَفَلّالِ أَقرانِ
Alas, my people are stricken! Death has robbed them
So too the son of the Prince’s confidant Muhammad
of a leader in raids and a shatterer of rivals.
Fate came to him from the hand of a shepherd of sheep
بِماذَاby what أُصِيبَتwere they struck وَيلَهاwoe to them يَومَon the day سَدَّدَتaimed
بِماذَا أُصِيبَت وَيلَها يَومَ سَدَّدَت
إِلَيهِat him المَناياthe fates سَهمَthe arrow of صَفراءَa yellow bow مِرنانِresonant
إِلَيهِ المَنايا سَهمَ صَفراءَ مِرنانِ
What a blow struck them—woe to them!—the day there was aimed
He would face a thousand alone and rout them
at him, by the fates, the arrow of a yellow, resonant bow!
Like birds pelted from the sky with pebbles
لَقَدindeed كانَhe was غَيظاًa torment لِلأَعاديto the enemies وَباذِخاًand towering
لَقَد كانَ غَيظاً لِلأَعادي وَباذِخاً
يَلُوذُtakes refuge بِهِwith him جانٍan offender وَيَأمَلُهُand hopes in him عانِa captive
يَلُوذُ بِهِ جانٍ وَيَأمَلُهُ عانِ
He was indeed a torment to enemies, a towering refuge,
The calamity of the brave is nothing but their scorn
where an offender sought shelter and a captive placed his hope.
Of men, and how many hawks are hunted by the weak
فَمنso who بَعدهafter him مَنwho لِلرِماحِfor the spears يُعِلُّهاgives them a second drink
فَمن بَعده مَن لِلرِماحِ يُعِلُّها
وَيُنهِلُهاand gives them their first drink مِنfrom كُلِّevery أَشوَسَfierce warrior مِطعانِskilled in spear-thrusting
وَيُنهِلُها مِن كُلِّ أَشوَسَ مِطعانِ
Who after him will give the spears their second draught
You, by my life, are not singled out by his loss
and their first, from every fierce, spear-thrusting warrior?
For in it, the near and far are equal
وَمَنand who لِتَواليfor the rear ranks of المُرهَقِينَhard-pressed men إِذاwhen غَدَتthey begin
وَمَن لِتَوالي المُرهَقِينَ إِذا غَدَت
تَعاطىto exchange blows وَأَبدىand bares الشَرُّevil صَفحَةthe flank of عُريانِone naked
تَعاطى وَأَبدى الشَرُّ صَفحَة عُريانِ
And who will shield the rear ranks of hard-pressed men, when they begin
Every passerby waters the decaying corpse with tears
to exchange blows, and evil bares a naked flank?
Whether from al-Muzain or Ghād, wiping with a cloth
وَمَنand who لِجَلِيلِfor the mighty الخَطبِcalamity يَوماًone day إِذاwhen أَتَتcome
وَمَن لِجَلِيلِ الخَطبِ يَوماً إِذا أَتَت
هَوازِنُHawazin تُرديcharging swiftly بَينَamong بَيضٍhelmets وَأَبدانِand cuirasses
هَوازِنُ تُردي بَينَ بَيضٍ وَأَبدانِ
Who will face the mighty calamity one day, when there come
The angels of heaven greeted him in a garden
Hawazin, charging among helmets and cuirasses?
And shade between bliss and meadows
وَمَنand who لِمضيمٍfor a wronged man مَضَّهُtormented him الضَيمُoppression وَاِلتَوىand dealt crookedly
وَمَن لِمضيمٍ مَضَّهُ الضَيمُ وَاِلتَوى
بِهِwith him ذُوone guilty of ظُلاماتٍwrongs تُعَدُّthat are numbered وَعُدوانِand aggression
بِهِ ذُو ظُلاماتٍ تُعَدُّ وَعُدوانِ
And who will aid a wronged man, tormented by injustice and ensnared
And you, get up to severely avenge, not like
by one guilty of many wrongs and acts of aggression?
A father who is neither Harun nor Wan
وَمَنand who لِأَسيرٍfor a captive غارِمٍburdened with debt قَلَّdwindled مالُهُhis wealth
وَمَن لِأَسيرٍ غارِمٍ قَلَّ مالُهُ
وَآبَand returned مِنَfrom المَولىthe kinsman الشَقيقِhis full brother بِحِرمانِempty-handed
وَآبَ مِنَ المَولى الشَقيقِ بِحِرمانِ
And who will aid a captive burdened with debt, whose wealth has dwindled,
For you have for stabbing thoroughbred steeds
who returns empty-handed from his closest kinsman?
And for striking white swords that know no sleep
فَياso, O آلَhouse of إِبراهِيمَIbrahim بَكّواweep bitterly لِيَومِهِfor the day of his death
فَيا آلَ إِبراهِيمَ بَكّوا لِيَومِهِ
دَماًblood وَأَقيمُواand establish سُوقَa market of نَوحٍlamentation وَإِرنانِand wailing
دَماً وَأَقيمُوا سُوقَ نَوحٍ وَإِرنانِ
O house of Ibrahim, weep for the day of his death
That tell of the days of Murra and his son
blood, and establish a market of lamentation and wailing.
Your father, and the days of Dhuhl son of Shayban
وَقُومُواand rise لِأَخذِto take الثَأرِvengeance جِدّاًearnestly وَلاand do not تَنواslacken
وَقُومُوا لِأَخذِ الثَأرِ جِدّاً وَلا تَنوا
قِيامَthe rising of أَبيٍّone who refuses humiliation لاnot حَرونٍbalking وَلاnor وانِflagging
قِيامَ أَبيٍّ لا حَرونٍ وَلا وانِ
Rise earnestly to take vengeance, and do not slacken,
With them your fathers and grandfathers struck
as a proud man rises, neither balking nor flagging.
The skulls of the treacherous people before the Sassanids
فَعِندَكُمُfor you have للطَّعنِfor thrusting سُمرٌbrown spears عَواسِلٌswaying
فَعِندَكُمُ للطَّعنِ سُمرٌ عَواسِلٌ
وَلِلضَربِand for striking بِيضٌwhite blades لاdo not تَقِرُّrest بِأَجفانِin scabbards
وَلِلضَربِ بِيضٌ لا تَقِرُّ بِأَجفانِ
You have for thrusting brown, swaying spears,
If only the passionate youth could avenge him
and for striking white blades that will not rest in scabbards.
I would wish myself safe from it in comfort
يُخَبِّرنَthey tell عَنof أَيّامِthe battle-days of مُرَّةًMurrah واِبنهِand his son
يُخَبِّرنَ عَن أَيّامِ مُرَّةً واِبنهِ
أَبيكُمyour father وَعَنand of أَيّامِthe battle-days of ذُهلِDhuhl بنِson of شَيبانِShayban
أَبيكُم وَعَن أَيّامِ ذُهلِ بنِ شَيبانِ
They tell of the battle-days of Murrah and his son,
Even if none of their blood is shed for his blood
your father, and of the battle-days of Dhuhl ibn Shayban.
And a victim, even if he filled Rabi’ Alhan
بِهاwith them ضَرَبَتstruck آباؤُكُمyour fathers وَجُدُودُكُمand your grandfathers
بِها ضَرَبَت آباؤُكُم وَجُدُودُكُم
جَماجِمَthe skulls of أَهلِthe people of البَغيِtransgression مِنfrom قَبلِbefore ساسانِSasan
جَماجِمَ أَهلِ البَغيِ مِن قَبلِ ساسانِ
With them your fathers and forefathers struck
But he died by a people, if asked who they are, it is said
the skulls of the transgressors, before Sasan.
They are the clan of Hayy ibn Ubayy ibn Bayyan
فَلَوso if أَنَّthat فيamong الحَيِّthe clan الشِبانِيّShaybani ثارَهُhis blood-claim
فَلَو أَنَّ في الحَيِّ الشِبانِيّ ثارَهُ
لَكُنتُI would have أُمنّيheld out hope to النَفسَmy soul عَنهُregarding him بِسُلوانِof consolation
لَكُنتُ أُمنّي النَفسَ عَنهُ بِسُلوانِ
Had his blood-debt rested with the Shaybani clan,
If his killer came to him from the front
I would have held out to my soul the hope of solace for him,
He would depart torn between eagle and wolf
وَإِنalthough كانَit were لاnot يُوفىpaid in full بِهِfor him مِنfrom دِمائِهِمtheir blood
وَإِن كانَ لا يُوفى بِهِ مِن دِمائِهِم
قَتيلٌa slain man وَلَوeven if أَوفىhe surpassed عَلىabove رَبِّthe lord of عَلهانِAlhan
قَتيلٌ وَلَو أَوفى عَلى رَبِّ عَلهانِ
though none of their blood could be full payment for him—
Or turn tail and flee, fearing the long-armed wrathful one
no slain man, even one who surpassed the lord of Alhan.
So who will convey from me to his father a burning message
ولَكِنَّهُbut he أَمسىbecame قَتيلاًslain لِمَعشَرٍby a people
ولَكِنَّهُ أَمسى قَتيلاً لِمَعشَرٍ
إِذاwhen قِيلَit is asked مَنwho هُمthey are قِيلit is said هَيُّHayy بنُson of بيّانِBayyan
إِذا قِيلَ مَن هُم قِيل هَيُّ بنُ بيّانِ
But he became the slain victim of a people
From the anguish of a grieving heart
who, when asked who they are, are called Hayy ibn Bayyan.
O uncle, do not despair, for all go towards decay
وَلَوand if جاءَهُhad come at him مُغتالُهُhis assassin مِنfrom أَمامِهِin front of him
وَلَو جاءَهُ مُغتالُهُ مِن أَمامِهِ
لَراحَhe would have ended أَكيلاًas carrion بَينَbetween نَسرٍa vulture وَسِرحانِand a wolf
لَراحَ أَكيلاً بَينَ نَسرٍ وَسِرحانِ
Had his assassin come at him from the front,
And neither human nor Jinn have immortality
he would have ended as carrion between a vulture and a wolf,
If he didn’t die by killing, he would’ve died of illness
أَوِor اِنصاعَfled عَدواًrunning يَقتَفيfollowing إِثرَthe tracks of غَيرِهِanother
أَوِ اِنصاعَ عَدواً يَقتَفي إِثرَ غَيرِهِ
مَخافَةَfor fear of مَشبُوحِoutstretched الذِراعَينِin both arms غَضبانِan angry man
مَخافَةَ مَشبُوحِ الذِراعَينِ غَضبانِ
or fled running in another's tracks
And the head of a warrior isn’t safe from fate’s havoc
for fear of the angry man with outstretched arms.
His killing isn’t something shameful for a man
فَمَنso who مُبلِغٍwill convey عَنّيfrom me أَباهُto his father رِسالَةًa message
فَمَن مُبلِغٍ عَنّي أَباهُ رِسالَةً
مُغَلغَلَةًborne far عَنfrom مُوجَعِone wounded القَلبِin heart حَرّانِburning with grief
مُغَلغَلَةً عَن مُوجَعِ القَلبِ حَرّانِ
Who will carry from me to his father a message,
When counted one day between elder and youth
borne far, from a man whose heart is wounded and burning:
For Sattam died by Assim’s stab
أَياO عَمُّuncle لاdo not تَجزَعdespair فَكُلٌّfor everyone إِلىtoward البِلىdecay
أَيا عَمُّ لا تَجزَع فَكُلٌّ إِلى البِلى
يَصيرُmust go وَلاand there is no خُلدٌimmortality لِإِنسٍfor humans وَلاnor جانِjinn
يَصيرُ وَلا خُلدٌ لِإِنسٍ وَلا جانِ
O uncle, do not despair, for everyone toward decay
And Murra was hoped for among the sons of Adnan
must go; neither humans nor jinn have immortality.
And Hamza the Prophet's uncle met his doom
فَلَوso if لَمhad not يَمُتhe died قَتلاًby killing لَماتَhe would have died بِعِلَّةٍof an illness
فَلَو لَم يَمُت قَتلاً لَماتَ بِعِلَّةٍ
وَلَيسَand is not بِمنجٍable to save مِنfrom رَدىًdeath رَأسُthe summit of غُمدانِGhumdan
وَلَيسَ بِمنجٍ مِن رَدىً رَأسُ غُمدانِ
Had he not been killed, he would have died of illness;
By the stab of a slave from the progeny of Abdan
even Ghumdan's summit offers no escape from death.
So too the son of the Prince's confidant Muhammad
وَماand not قَتلُهُhis being killed مِمّاamong what يُعابُis reproached بِهِfor it الفَتىa young man
وَما قَتلُهُ مِمّا يُعابُ بِهِ الفَتى
إِذاwhen عُدَّhe is counted يوماًone day بَينَamong شِيبٍgray-haired men وَشُبّانِand youths
إِذا عُدَّ يوماً بَينَ شِيبٍ وَشُبّانِ
His being killed is no reproach to a young man,
Fate came to him from the hand of a shepherd of sheep
when one day he is counted among gray-haired men and youths.
He would face a thousand alone and rout them
فَقَدfor indeed ماتَdied بِسطامٌBistam بِطَعنَةِfrom the spear-thrust of عاصِمٍAsim
فَقَد ماتَ بِسطامٌ بِطَعنَةِ عاصِمٍ
وَكانَand he was المُرَجّىthe one relied upon فيamong مَعَدّMaadd بنِson of عَدنانِAdnan
وَكانَ المُرَجّى في مَعَدّ بنِ عَدنانِ
Bistam died from Asim's spear-thrust,
Like birds pelted from the sky with pebbles
and was the hope of Maadd ibn Adnan.
The calamity of the brave is nothing but their scorn
وَحَمزَةُand Hamzah عَمُّuncle of المصطَفىal-Mustafa, the Chosen One ذاقَtasted حَتفَهُhis death
وَحَمزَةُ عَمُّ المصطَفى ذاقَ حَتفَهُ
بِطَعنَةِfrom the thrust of عَبدٍa slave مِنfrom سُلالَةِa lineage of عبدانِslaves
بِطَعنَةِ عَبدٍ مِن سُلالَةِ عبدانِ
And Hamzah, uncle of al-Mustafa, tasted his death
Of men, and how many hawks are hunted by the weak!
from the thrust of a slave descended from slaves.
You, by my life, are not singled out by his loss
كَذاlikewise اِبنُthe son of حوارِيِّthe devoted companion of الأَميرِthe leader مُحَمَّدٍMuhammad
كَذا اِبنُ حوارِيِّ الأَميرِ مُحَمَّدٍ
أَتاهُcame to him الرَدىdeath مِنfrom كَفِّthe hand of راعٍa shepherd لِرِعيانِof shepherds
أَتاهُ الرَدى مِن كَفِّ راعٍ لِرِعيانِ
So too the son of the devoted companion of the leader Muhammad:
For in it, the near and far are equal
death came to him from the hand of a shepherd of shepherds.
Every passerby waters the decaying corpse with tears
وَقَدand indeed كانَhe used to يَلقىface الأَلفَa thousand فَرداًalone فَيَنثَنيand they would recoil
وَقَد كانَ يَلقى الأَلفَ فَرداً فَيَنثَني
كَطَيرٍlike birds رَمَتhurled فِيهاat them السَماءُthe sky بِحُسبانِwith thunderbolts
كَطَيرٍ رَمَت فِيها السَماءُ بِحُسبانِ
He would face a thousand single-handed, and they would recoil
Whether from al-Muzain or Ghād, wiping with a cloth
like birds at which the sky had hurled thunderbolts.
The angels of heaven greeted him in a garden
وَماand not آفَةُthe bane of الشُجعانِthe brave إِلّاexcept اِحتِقارُهاtheir contempt for
وَما آفَةُ الشُجعانِ إِلّا اِحتِقارُها
رِجالاًmen وَكَمand how many صِيدَتhave been caught صُقُورٌfalcons بِخربانِwith male bustards
رِجالاً وَكَم صِيدَت صُقُورٌ بِخربانِ
The only bane of the brave is their contempt
And shade between bliss and meadows
for other men; how many falcons have been caught with bustards!
وَأَنتَand you لَعَمرِيby my life ماwere not خُصِصتَsingled out بِفَقدِهِin losing him
وَأَنتَ لَعَمرِي ما خُصِصتَ بِفَقدِهِ
وَإِنَّكَand indeed you فيهِin this loss وَالبَعيدَand one far away لَسِيّانِare indeed alike
وَإِنَّكَ فيهِ وَالبَعيدَ لَسِيّانِ
By my life, you are not alone in losing him,
and in this you and one far away are indeed alike.
سَقىmay water الجَدَثَthe grave الثاوِيof the one resting بِهِin it كُلُّevery رائِحٍevening passer
سَقى الجَدَثَ الثاوِي بِهِ كُلُّ رائِحٍ
مِنَfrom المُزنِrain-clouds أَوor غادٍmorning passer مُسِحٍّpouring abundantly بِتَهتانِwith streaming rain
مِنَ المُزنِ أَو غادٍ مُسِحٍّ بِتَهتانِ
May every evening cloud water the grave where he lies,
or morning cloud pouring torrents of rain.
وَحَيَّتهُand may they greet him أَملاكُthe angels of السَماءِheaven بِجَنَّةٍwith a garden
وَحَيَّتهُ أَملاكُ السَماءِ بِجَنَّةٍ
وَظِلٍّand shade بَينَamid رَوحٍrepose وَرَيحانِand sweet basil
وَظِلٍّ بَينَ رَوحٍ وَرَيحانِ
May the angels of heaven greet him with a garden
and shade amid repose and sweet basil.
Partial English translation: 99 of 106 Arabic lines translated.