Sol 6.1

  1. يَعلمُ الله أنَّ قلبي صَفاة

    سئمت طولَ قرعه الحادثاتُ

    God knows that my heart is a hard rock;

    Misfortunes have wearied of pounding it so long.

  2. مَضغته لُهى الخطوب وكلَّت

    وعلى المضغ لا تلين الحصاة

    The maws of calamity have chewed it and grown weary,

    Yet despite the chewing, the pebble does not soften.

  3. فُطّرت مُهجتي من الصبر لكن

    لِحسين فطّرتها الزافراتُ

    My soul was fashioned of patience, yet

    Deep sighs for Husayn have rent it apart.

  4. يا قتيلاً وما نعته المرنّات

    ولم تبكه الضُبا الباترات

    O slain one, whose death the twanging bows have not proclaimed,

    Nor have the cleaving sword-edges wept for him.

  5. أَكلّ اللوم هاشماً بعد يومٍ

    شرِبت فيه نفسك المُرهفات

    Reproach has worn Hashim down since the day

    On which the whetted blades drank your soul.

  6. بأَبي طامحاً بطرف إباء

    لم تجُل وسطه لِضيم قذاةُ

    My father be his ransom—his eye raised in proud defiance,

    No mote of abasement ever stirred within it.

  7. كلما سالت الكفاحُ حديداً

    علَّم الراسيات كيف الثبات

    Whenever combat flowed with iron,

    He taught the rooted mountains how to stand firm.

  8. مُنتضٍ للوغى صَفيحةَ عَزمٍ

    وهو تلك الصفيحة المُنتضاة

    Drawing for battle a blade of resolve,

    And he himself was that unsheathed blade.

  9. إن يمُت فالفِرند ذاك الفرند

    المُجتلي والشباةُ تلك الشباةُ

    If he dies, the blade's watered pattern remains that same pattern,

    Gleaming, and the cutting edge remains that same edge.

  10. كفلتهم بحجرها الحرب قِدماً

    والمواضي عليهم حانيات

    War fostered them in her lap of old,

    And the keen swords bent tenderly over them.

  11. وإذا ما انتسبتُهم ففتاهم

    أبواه الهيجاء والمرهفاتُ

    And when I trace their lineage, their young warrior—

    His parents are battle and the whetted blades.