تَأَسَّفَت جارَتي لَمّا رَأَت زَوَري
وَعَدَّتِ الحِلمَ ذَنباً غَيرَ مُغتَفَرِ
My neighbor regretted when she saw my falsehood
And considered forbearance a sin that cannot be forgiven
تَرجو الصِبا بَعدَ ما شابَت ذَوائِبُها
وَقَد جَرَت طَلَقاً في حَلبَةِ الكِبَرِ
She hopes for youth after her locks have grayed
And she has flowed freely in the arena of old age
أَجارَتي إِنَّ شَيبَ الرَأسِ ثَقَّلَني
ذِكرَ المَعادِ وَأَرضاني عَنِ القَدَرِ
My neighbor, the graying of my hair has burdened me
With thoughts of the Hereafter and made me accept fate
لَو كُنتُ أَركَنُ لِلدُنيا وَزينَتِها
إِذَن بَكَيتُ عَلى الماضينَ مِن نَفَري
If I were to incline towards this world and its adornments
I would have wept for those of my comrades who passed
أَخنى الزَمانُ عَلى أَهلي فَصَدَّعَهُم
تَصَدُّعَ القَعبِ لاقى صَدمَةَ الحَجَرِ
Time has been cruel to my family and shattered them
Like a waterskin being hit with stones and bursting
بَعضٌ أَقامَ وَبَعضٌ قَد أَهابَ بِهِ
داعي المَنِيَّةِ وَالباقي عَلى الأَثَرِ
Some stayed while others whom
The caller of death took away, and the rest remain behind
أَمّا المُقيمُ فَأَخشى أَن يُفارِقَني
وَلَستُ أَوبَةَ مَن وَلّى بِمُنتَظِرِ
As for those who stayed, I fear that they may leave me
And I do not hope for the return of those who have gone ahead
أَصبَحتُ أُخبِرُ عَن أَهلي وَعَن وَلَدي
كَحالِمٍ قَصَّ رُؤيا بَعدَ مُدَّكَرِ
I have come to ask about my family and my children
Like a dreamer relating a dream after pondering
لَولا تَشاغُلُ نَفسي بِالأُلى سَلَفوا
مِن أَهلِ بَيتِ رَسولِ اللَهِ لَم أَقِرِ
If it were not for my soul being preoccupied with grieving over them
They would not have passed from the Prophet's family without my weeping
وَفي مَواليكَ لِلمَحزونِ مَشغَلَةٌ
مِن أَن تَبيتَ لِمَفقودٍ عَلى أَثَرِ
And in your states, O sorrowful one, there is occupation
To prevent you from spending the night weeping for the lost one
كَم مِن ذِراعٍ لَهُم بِالطَفِّ بائِنَةٍ
وَعارِضٍ مِن صَعيدِ التُربِ مُنعَفِرِ
How many arms of theirs severed at the elbow are evident
And how many forearms buried in the dust have decayed
أَنسى الحُسَينَ وَمَسراهُم لِمَقتَلِهِ
وَهُم يَقولونَ هَذا سَيِّدُ البَشَرِ
I forget al-Husayn and their journey to his killing
While they say this is the master of all mankind
يا أُمَّةَ السوءِ ما جازَيتِ أَحمَدَ عَن
حُسنِ البَلاءِ عَلى التَنزيلِ وَالسُوَرِ
O wicked nation, you did not reward Ahmad
For his excellent trial with the revelation and the surahs
خَلَفتَموهُ عَلى الأَبناءِ حينَ مَضى
خِلافَةَ الذِئبِ في أَبقارِ ذي بَقَرِ
After he passed, you made his sons his successors
With the succession of a wolf over cattle
وَلَيسَ حَيٌّ مِنَ الأَحياءِ نَعلَمَهُ
مِن ذي يَمانٍ وَمِن بَكرٍ وَمِن مُضَرِ
And none of the living tribes that we know
Neither from Yemen, nor Bakr, nor Mudar
إِلّا وَهُم شُرَكاءٌ في دِمائِهُمُ
كَما تَشارَكَ أَيسارٌ عَلى جُزُرِ
Except they shared in shedding their blood
As neighbors share improper gain
قَتلاً وَأَسراً وَتَحريقاً وَمَنهَبَةً
فِعلَ الغُزاةِ بِأَرضِ الرومِ وَالخَزَرِ
Killing, capturing, burning, and plundering
Is what the invaders did in the land of Rome and Khazar
أَرى أُمَيَّةَ مَعذورينَ إِن قَتَلوا
وَلا أَرى لِبَني العَبّاسِ مِن عُذرِ
I see the Umayyads as having an excuse if they killed
But I see no excuse for the Abbasids
أَبناءُ حَربٍ وَوَمَروانٍ وَأُسرَتُهُم
بَنو مُعَيطٍ وُلاةُ الحِقدِ وَالوَغَرِ
The sons of Harb, Marwan and their family
The Banu Mu'ayt, the rulers of hatred and rancor
قَومٌ قَتَلتُم عَلى الإِسلامِ أَوَّلَهُم
حَتّى إِذا اِستَمكَنوا جازَوا عَلى الكُفُرِ
A people who killed the early Muslims
Until when they gained power, they exceeded in disbelief
أَربَع بِطوسٍ عَلى قَبرِ الزَكِيِّ بِها
إِن كُنتَ تَربَعُ مِن دينٍ عَلى وَطَرِ
Four graves in Tus, at the tomb of the pure one
If you claim to follow a religion gone astray
قَبرانِ في طوسَ خَيرُ الخَلقِ كُلِّهِمُ
وَقَبرُ شَرِّهِمُ هَذا مِنَ العِبَرِ
Two graves in Tus - the best of all mankind
And the grave of their worst, a lesson
ما يَنفَعُ الرِجسَ مِن قُربِ الزَكِيِّ وَما
عَلى الزَكِيِّ بِقُربِ الرِجسِ مِن ضَرَرِ
Filth cannot benefit from the pure one's nearness
Nor can the pure one be harmed by filth's closeness
هَيهاتَ كُلُّ اِمرِىءٍ رَهنٌ بِما كَسَبَت
لَهُ يَداهُ فَحُذ ما شِئتَ أَو فَذَرِ
Alas, all men are hostage to what their hands reaped
So take what you will or leave what you will