Sol 6.1

  1. هلَّ المحرّمُ فاستهِلَّ مُكَبِّرا

    واِنْثُرْ به دُررَ الدّموعِ على الثّرى

    Muharram has dawned; raise your voice proclaiming God's greatness.

    And scatter in it the pearls of tears upon the earth.

  2. واِنظُرْ بغُرّتِه الهِلالَ إذا اِنجَلى

    مُستَرجِعاً متفجِّعاً متفكّرا

    Behold the crescent at its outset, when it appears,

    Saying, 'To God we belong and return,' grieving and reflecting.

  3. واِقطِف ثِمارَ الحُزنِ من عُرجونِه

    واِنحَر بخَنجَرِه بمُقلَتِك الكَرى

    And pluck the fruits of sorrow from its palm-stalk,

    And with its dagger slaughter slumber in your eye.

  4. واِنْسَ العَقيقَ وأُنْسَ جيرانِ النّقا

    واِذْكُر لنا خبرَ الصّفوفِ وما جَرى

    Forget al-'Aqiq and the companionship of al-Naqa's neighbors,

    And tell us the tale of the battle ranks and what befell.

  5. واِخلَع شِعارَ الصّبرِ منك وزُرَّ مِنْ

    خِلَعِ السَّقامِ عليكَ ثوباً أصفَرا

    Cast off patience's inner robe, and button on, from

    The robes of sickness, a yellow garment about yourself.

  6. فثِيابُ ذي الأشجانِ أليَقُها بهِ

    ما كان من حُمرِ الثّيابِ مُزَرَّرا

    For the clothes most fitting for a man of sorrows

    Are buttoned garments of red.

  7. شهرٌ بحُكمِ الدّهرِ فيه تحكّمتْ

    شَرُّ الكِلابِ السّودِ في أسَدِ الشّرى

    A month in which, by time's decree, there ruled

    The vilest black dogs over the lion of al-Shara.

  8. للّهِ أيُّ مُصيبةٍ نزلَتْ به

    بكَتِ السّماءُ لها نجيعاً أحمَرا

    By God, what a calamity befell him!

    For it the sky wept crimson blood.

  9. خطْبٌ وهَى الإسلامُ عندَ وُقوعِه

    لبِسَتْ عليهِ حِدادَها أمُّ القُرى

    A catastrophe at whose coming Islam faltered;

    The Mother of Cities donned her mourning for it.

  10. أوَ مَا ترى الحرَمَ الشّريفَ تكادُ من

    زفَراتِه الجَمَراتُ أن تتسعّرا

    Do you not see the Noble Sanctuary? From

    Its sighs the Jamarat almost burst into flame.

  11. وأبا قُبَيس في حَشاهُ تصاعدَتْ

    قبَساتُ وجْدٍ حرُّها يَصلي حِرا

    And Abu Qubays, within whose breast have risen

    Sparks of anguish whose heat scorches Hira?

  12. علِمَ الحطيمُ به فحطّمَهُ الأسى

    ودَرى الصّفا بمُصابه فتكدّرا

    Al-Hatim learned of it, and grief shattered it;

    Al-Safa knew his calamity and grew clouded.

  13. واِستَشْعَرَتْ منه المشاعِرُ بالبَلا

    وعَفا محسَّرُها جوىً وتحسَّرا

    The sacred stations sensed calamity from it,

    And their Muhassir grew desolate in anguish and sighed.

  14. قُتِلَ الحُسينُ فيا لَها من نَكبةٍ

    أضحى لها الإسلامُ منهدِمَ الذُّرا

    Husayn was slain—oh, what a disaster!

    Through it, Islam stood with its summits shattered.

  15. قتْلٌ يدلُّكَ إنّما سرُّ الفِدا

    في ذلك الذِبْحِ العظيمِ تأخّرا

    A killing that shows you: the mystery of ransom

    In that mighty sacrifice had merely been deferred.

  16. رُؤيا خليلِ اللّهِ فيهِ تعبّرَتْ

    حقّاً وتأويلُ الكِتابِ تفسّرا

    In him the vision of God's friend was fulfilled

    In truth, and the Book's interpretation was made plain.

  17. رُزْءٌ تدارَكَ منه نفْسُ محمّدٍ

    كَدَراً وأبكى قبرَهُ والمِنْبَرا

    A loss from which Muhammad's soul suffered

    Grief, and which made his grave and pulpit weep.

  18. أهدى السّرورَ لقلبِ هِندٍ واِبنها

    وأساءَ فاطمةً وأشجى حيدَرا

    It brought joy to the hearts of Hind and her son,

    And distressed Fatima and grieved Haydar.

  19. ويلٌ لقاتلِه أيدري أنّهُ

    عادى النبيَّ وصِنوَهُ أمْ ما دَرى

    Woe to his killer! Does he know that he

    Has opposed the Prophet and his brother—or does he not know?

  20. شُلّتْ يَداهُ لقد تقمّصَ خِزيةً

    يأتي بها يومَ الحِسابِ مؤزَّرا

    May both his hands be palsied! He has donned disgrace,

    Which he will bring, girded about him, on the Day of Reckoning.

  21. حُزني عليه دائِمٌ لا ينقضي

    وتصبُّري منّي عليَّ تعذَّرا

    My grief for him endures and never ends,

    And schooling myself to patience is beyond me.

  22. وا رَحمَتاهُ لصارِخاتٍ حولهُ

    تبكي لهُ ولوَجْهِها لنْ تَسْتُرا

    Oh, my pity for the women screaming around him,

    Who weep for him and will not veil their faces.

  23. ما زالَ بالرُّمحِ الطّويلِ مُدافعاً

    عنها ويكْفَلُها بأبيضَ أبْتَرا

    He never ceased defending them with his long spear,

    And guarding them with a bright, severing sword,

  24. ويَصونُها صونَ الكريمِ لعِرْضِه

    حتّى له الأجَلُ المُتاحُ تقدّرا

    Protecting them as a noble man protects his honor,

    Until his appointed end was decreed for him.

  25. لهفي على ذاكَ الذّبيحِ من القَفا

    ظُلْماً وظلّ ثلاثةً لن يُقْبَرا

    Alas for that one slaughtered from behind the neck,

    Wrongfully, who lay three days unburied,

  26. مُلقىً على وجهِ التُرابِ تظنّه

    داودَ في المحرابِ حينَ تسوّرا

    Cast upon the face of the earth—you would think him

    David in the sanctuary when its wall was scaled.

  27. لهفي على العاري السّليبِ ثيابُه

    فكأنّه ذو النّونِ يُنبَذُ بالعَرا

    Alas for the naked one, stripped of his clothes,

    As though he were Dhu al-Nun, cast onto bare ground.

  28. لهفي على الهاوي الصّريعِ كأنّه

    قمرٌ هَوى من أوجِه فتكوّرا

    Alas for the fallen, stricken one, as though he were

    A moon fallen from its zenith and folded away.

  29. لهفي على تلكَ البَنانِ تقطّعتْ

    لو أنّها اِتّصلَتْ لكانتْ أبحُرا

    Alas for those fingers, severed—

    Had they remained joined, they would have been seas.

  30. لهفي على العبّاسِ وهو مجنْدَلٌ

    عرضَتْ منيّتُهُ له فتعثّرا

    Alas for al-'Abbas, laid low upon the ground;

    His death stood in his way, and he stumbled.

  31. لحِقَ الغُبارُ جَبينَهُ ولَطالَما

    في شأوِه لحِقَ الكرامَ وغبّرا

    Dust reached his brow, though how often

    In his course he caught the noble and left them in his dust!

  32. سلَبَتْهُ أبناءُ اللِّئامِ قميصَهُ

    وكَسَتْهُ ثوباً بالنّجيعِ معَصْفَرا

    The sons of base men stripped him of his shirt,

    And clad him in a robe dyed safflower-red with blood.

  33. فكأنّما أثرُ الدِّماءِ بوجهِه

    شفقٌ على وجهِ الصّباحِ قد اِنْبَرا

    It was as though the blood's trace upon his face

    Were twilight appearing upon the face of morning.

  34. حُرٌّ بنصرِ أخيهِ قام مُجاهِداً

    فهَوى المَماتَ على الحياةِ وآثَرا

    A free, noble man, he rose to champion his brother,

    And loved death above life and chose it.

  35. حفِظَ الإخاءَ وعهدَهُ فوفى له

    حتّى قضى تحت السّيوفِ معفَّرا

    He guarded brotherhood and its covenant, remaining true to it,

    Until he died beneath the swords, covered in dust.

  36. مَنْ لي بأن أفدي الحُسينَ بمُهجَتي

    وأرى بأرضِ الطّيفِ ذاك المحْضَرا

    Who will grant that I ransom Husayn with my life's blood,

    And see that gathering in the land of dreams?

  37. فلوِ اِستطَعْتُ قذَفْتُ حبّةَ مُقلتي

    وجعلْتُ مدفِنَهُ الشريفَ المَحجرا

    If I could, I would cast out the pupil of my eye

    And make my eye socket his noble grave.

  38. روحي فِدى الرّاسِ المُفارِقِ جسمَهُ

    يُنشي التِلاوةَ ليلَهُ مُستَغفِرا

    My soul be ransom for the head severed from its body,

    Intoning recitation through the night, seeking forgiveness.

  39. رَيحانةٌ ذهبَتْ نضارةُ عودِها

    فكأنّها بالتُّربِ تَسقي العَنْبَرا

    A basil sprig whose stem has lost its freshness,

    As though it gave the dust ambergris to drink.

  40. ومضرّجٍ بدمائِه فكأنّما

    بجُيوبِه فتّتَّ مِسكاً أذْفَرا

    And one drenched in his own blood, as though

    Into his robe's openings you had crumbled fragrant musk.

  41. عَضْبٌ يدُ الحِدثانِ فلّتْ غَربَهُ

    ولَطالما فلقَ الرؤوسَ وكسّرا

    A keen sword whose edge the hand of misfortune blunted,

    Though often it had split and shattered heads.

  42. ومثقّفٍ حطَمَ الحِمامُ كُعوبَه

    فبكى عليهِ كلُّ لَدْنٍ أسْمَرا

    And a straightened spear whose joints death shattered,

    So every supple, brown spear wept for him.

  43. عَجباً له يشكو الظّماءَ وإنّه

    لو لامَسَ الصّخرَ الأصمَّ تفجّرا

    How strange that he complains of thirst, when

    Had he touched solid rock, it would have gushed forth!

  44. يلِجُ الغُبارَ به جَوادٌ سابِحٌ

    فيَخوضُ نَقعَ الصّافِناتِ الأكْدَرا

    A steed swimming in its gallop bears him into the dust,

    And wades through the murky dust-cloud of the poised steeds.

  45. طلبَ الوصولَ إلى الوُرودِ فعاقَهُ

    ضَرْبٌ يَشُبُّ على النّواصي مِجْمَرا

    He sought to reach the water, but was held back

    By blows that kindle a brazier upon the forelocks.

  46. ويلٌ لمَنْ قتَلوهُ ظمآناً أمَا

    علِموا بأنّ أباهُ يَسْقي الكَوثَرا

    Woe to those who killed him thirsty! Did they not

    Know that his father gives drink from al-Kawthar?

  47. لم يَقتُلوهُ على اليقينِ وإنّما

    عرضَتْ لهُم شُبَهُ اليهودِ تصوُّرا

    They did not kill him with certainty; rather,

    The Jews' delusions took shape before them.

  48. لعنَ الإلهُ بَني أميّةَ مِثلما

    داودُ قد لعنَ اليَهودَ وكَفرا

    May God curse the sons of Umayya, just as

    David had cursed the Jews and declared them unbelievers.

  49. وسَقاهُمُ جُرَعَ الحميمِ كما سَقَوْا

    جُرَعَ الحِمامِ اِبْنَ النّبيِّ الأطْهَرا

    And may He give them draughts of scalding water, as they gave

    Draughts of death to the Prophet's purest son.

  50. يا لَيْتَ قومي يُولَدونَ بعصْرِه

    أو يسمعونَ دُعاءَهُ مُستَنصِرا

    Would that my people had been born in his age,

    Or could hear his call as he sought help!

  51. ولوَ اِنّهُم سمِعوا إذاً لأجابَه

    منهُم أُسودُ شَرىً مؤيَّدَةُ القُرى

    Had they heard, then there would have answered him

    Lions of Shara among them, mighty of back,

  52. من كلِّ شهمٍ مهدَويٍّ دأبُه

    ضرْبُ الطُّلا بالسّيفِ أو بَذْلُ القِرى

    From every gallant Mahdawi whose custom is

    Striking necks with the sword or offering hospitality.

  53. من كلِّ أنمُلةٍ تجودُ بعارضٍ

    وبكلِّ جارحةٍ يُريكَ غضَنْفَرا

    From every fingertip comes a raincloud of bounty,

    And with every limb he shows you a lion.

  54. قومٌ يَروْنَ دمَ القُرونِ مُدامةً

    ورياضَ شُربِهم الحديدَ الأخضَرا

    A people who regard their rivals' blood as wine,

    And green steel as the gardens where they drink.

  55. يا سادَتي يا آلَ طهَ إنّ لي

    دَمعاً إذا يجري حديثُكُمُ جرَى

    O my masters, O family of Ta Ha, I have

    Tears that flow whenever the tale of you flows.

  56. بي منكُمُ كاِسمي شِهابٌ كلّما

    أطفَيْتُهُ بالدّمعِ في قلبي وَرى

    For you a shooting flame, like my name, burns within me; whenever

    I quench it with tears, it blazes in my heart.

  57. شرّفتُموني في زكيِّ نِحارِكُم

    فدُعيتُ فيكُم سيّداً بينَ الوَرى

    You ennobled me through your pure lineage,

    So through you I was called a sayyid among mankind.

  58. أهوى مدائِحَكُم فأنظِمُ بعضَها

    فأرى أجلَّ المَدْحِ فيكُم أصغَرا

    I love your praises, and compose some of them,

    Yet find the grandest praise of you too small.

  59. ينحطُّ مَدحي عن حقيقةِ مدحِكُم

    ولوَ اِنّني فيكُم نظَمْتُ الجَوهَرا

    My praise falls short of your true praise,

    Even were I to string jewels in your praise.

  60. هَيهاتَ يَستوفي القريضُ ثناءَكُم

    لو كان في عددِ النّجومِ وأكثَرا

    Never can verse do full justice to your praise,

    Even if it numbered as many as the stars, and more.

  61. يا صفوةَ الرّحمنِ أبرَأُ من فتىً

    في حقِّكُم جحَدَ النّصوصَ وأنْكَرا

    O chosen ones of the Merciful, I disown anyone

    Who denies and repudiates the texts concerning your due.

  62. وأعوذُ فيكُم من ذُنوبٍ أثْقَلَتْ

    ظهري عسى بولائِكُم أن تُغْفَرا

    And in you I seek refuge from sins that have burdened

    My back—may they, through allegiance to you, be forgiven.

  63. فبِكُم نجاتي في الحياةِ من الأذى

    ومنَ الجحيمِ إذا ورَدْتُ المَحْشَرا

    For through you comes my deliverance from harm in life,

    And from Hell when I arrive at the Gathering.

  64. فعليكُمُ صلّى المُهيمِنُ كلّما

    كرَّ الصّباحُ على الدُّجى وتكوَّرا

    So may the Guardian bless you whenever

    Morning charges upon the darkness and enfolds it.