زُرْ تُربةً في الحِمَى يا أيُّها المَطَرُ

زُرْ تُربةً في الحِمَى يا أيُّها المَطَرُ

وقُلْ عليك سلامُ اللهِ يا عُمَرُ

وقُلْ عليك سلامُ اللهِ يا عُمَرُ

Visit a grave in the sanctuary, O rain,

O rain, visit a grave in the sanctuary, and say "Peace be upon you, O Omar"

And say, "God's peace be upon you, O Umar."

If you make flowers bloom around his grave, let not the stars and flowers abound

إن كنتَ تُنبِتُ زَهراً حولَ مَضجَعِهِ

إن كنتَ تُنبِتُ زَهراً حولَ مَضجَعِهِ

فليسَ تَكثُرُ فيهِ الأنجُمُ الزُهُرُ

فليسَ تَكثُرُ فيهِ الأنجُمُ الزُهُرُ

If you make flowers grow around his resting place,

He who was a pillar of strength in adversities, and in whom victory was hoped

Then shining stars would not be too many there.

A sea, but not turbulent; pride, but no arrogance

هذا الذي كانَ رُكناً يُستعانُ بهِ

هذا الذي كانَ رُكناً يُستعانُ بهِ

على الخُطوبِ ويُرجى عِندَهُ الظَفَرُ

على الخُطوبِ ويُرجى عِندَهُ الظَفَرُ

This is he who was a pillar relied upon

In him religion and world came together, a rarity among people

Against calamities, and with whom victory was hoped for.

If the two concur, he observes; if oppose, he gives religion the preference

وكانَ بحراً ولكنْ غيرَ مُضطربٍ

وكانَ بحراً ولكنْ غيرَ مُضطربٍ

وكانَ فخراً ولكنْ ليسَ يَفتَخِرُ

وكانَ فخراً ولكنْ ليسَ يَفتَخِرُ

And he was an ocean, yet never turbulent;

Refined manners, no harm in his manners; pure heart, no evil in his heart

And he was a source of pride, yet never boasted.

Pleased God, who pleased him with his loyalty, from youth to old age

في شَخصِهِ الدِّينُ والدُّنيا قدِ اجتَمَعا

في شَخصِهِ الدِّينُ والدُّنيا قدِ اجتَمَعا

وذاك يَندُرُ أنْ تحظَى بهِ البَشَرُ

وذاك يَندُرُ أنْ تحظَى بهِ البَشَرُ

In his person, religion and worldly life were united,

His death was a lesson for people, as he was a huge mountain demolished by fate

And that is something humankind seldom enjoys.

The highest glory did not protect him, nor the family, companions, angels or the full moon

يَرعَى إذا اتَّفقَا هذا وتِلكَ فإنْ

يَرعَى إذا اتَّفقَا هذا وتِلكَ فإنْ

تَخالَفا فَلِهذا عِندَهُ النَّظَرُ

تَخالَفا فَلِهذا عِندَهُ النَّظَرُ

He tended both when they agreed; but if

They carried him above a bier soaked with tears pouring over it

They differed, his concern was for religion.

Until they came to a blessed land, where verses of Quran are read over him

مُهذَّبُ الخُلقِ ما في خُلقِهِ أَوَدٌ

مُهذَّبُ الخُلقِ ما في خُلقِهِ أَوَدٌ

مُطهَّرُ القلبِ ما في قلبِهِ وَضَرُ

مُطهَّرُ القلبِ ما في قلبِهِ وَضَرُ

Refined in character, with no crookedness in his nature,

A garden crowded by people from every town, none left

Pure of heart, with no stain within his heart.

They circumambulated his coffin like pilgrims around the Kaaba, as if it were a sanctum with the Black Stone in its midst

أرضَى الإلهَ فأرضاهُ بِمِنَّتِهِ

أرضَى الإلهَ فأرضاهُ بِمِنَّتِهِ

منذُ الحَداثةِ حتى مَسَّهُ الكِبَرُ

منذُ الحَداثةِ حتى مَسَّهُ الكِبَرُ

He pleased God, and God in His grace made him content,

He went to his Forgiving Lord, seeking refuge in His kindness, under the shade of pardon

From youth until old age touched him.

An abode darkened after him, until night and dawn became equal in its seeds

كانت مَنِيَّتُهُ للناسِ مَوعِظةً

كانت مَنِيَّتُهُ للناسِ مَوعِظةً

إذ كانَ طَوْداً عظيماً دَكَّه القَدَرُ

إذ كانَ طَوْداً عظيماً دَكَّه القَدَرُ

His death was an admonition to the people,

O people, the sleep has prolonged on an eye; the time has come for it to stay awake

For he was a mighty mountain laid low by fate.

Be not heedless in greed for life, and awake, for death waits at the doors

لم يحْمِهِ الشَرَفُ الأعلى بجُرمتِهِ

لم يحْمِهِ الشَرَفُ الأعلى بجُرمتِهِ

والآلُ والصَّحْبُ والأملاكُ والبِدَرُ

والآلُ والصَّحْبُ والأملاكُ والبِدَرُ

His exalted rank, in all its fullness, did not protect him,

In each day, there are lessons for us from the dead; apparent, but would that lessons avail!

Nor kin, companions, possessions, or bags of money.

We are intoxicated with the deceitful life, never waking except when death rebukes

ساروا بهِ فوقَ نعشٍ بلَّ حامِلَهُ

ساروا بهِ فوقَ نعشٍ بلَّ حامِلَهُ

من ماءِ دَمعٍ عليهِ كانَ يَنحدِرُ

من ماءِ دَمعٍ عليهِ كانَ يَنحدِرُ

They bore him on a bier that drenched its bearer

Each one is duped until death, with no chance given to fulfill wishes

With tears that streamed down upon it,

Time has aged, and we grew old, while exuberant youth shows no trace of old age

حتى أفاضوا إلى أرضٍ مباركةٍ

حتى أفاضوا إلى أرضٍ مباركةٍ

تُتْلَى بها فوقَهُ الأورادُ والسُّوَرُ

تُتْلَى بها فوقَهُ الأورادُ والسُّوَرُ

Until they streamed toward blessed ground,

O infatuated with it! If you have no experience, has not news reached you?

Where litanies and Qur'anic chapters are recited over him.

Every passion is harmful, said Muzawwaj; does a passion without harm exist?

حديقةٌ طَبَّقَتْها النَّاسُ من بَلَدٍ

حديقةٌ طَبَّقَتْها النَّاسُ من بَلَدٍ

خلا فلم يبقَ في أبياتِهِ نَفَرُ

خلا فلم يبقَ في أبياتِهِ نَفَرُ

A garden crowded with people from a town

Left deserted, with not a soul remaining in its houses.

طافوا بتابوتِهِ مثلَ الحجيجِ بها

طافوا بتابوتِهِ مثلَ الحجيجِ بها

كأنَّها حَرَمٌ في وَسْطهِ الحَجَرُ

كأنَّها حَرَمٌ في وَسْطهِ الحَجَرُ

They circled his coffin there like pilgrims,

As though it were a sanctuary with the Stone at its center.

مضى إلى رَبِّهِ الغَفَّارِ مُعتصِماً

مضى إلى رَبِّهِ الغَفَّارِ مُعتصِماً

بلُطفِهِ تحتَ ذيلِ العَفْوِ يَستترُ

بلُطفِهِ تحتَ ذيلِ العَفْوِ يَستترُ

He departed to his Lord, the All-Forgiving, seeking refuge

In His kindness, sheltering beneath the hem of pardon.

وأقفَرَتْ منهُ دارٌ أظلَمتْ كَمَداً

وأقفَرَتْ منهُ دارٌ أظلَمتْ كَمَداً

حتى استَوَى في ذَراها الليلُ والسَحرُ

حتى استَوَى في ذَراها الليلُ والسَحرُ

And a house, desolate without him, grew dark with grief,

Until night and the predawn hour were alike upon its heights.

يا أيُّها النَّاسُ قد طالَ الرُّقادُ على

يا أيُّها النَّاسُ قد طالَ الرُّقادُ على

عينٍ لَقد حانَ أنْ يَنتْابَها السَهَرُ

عينٍ لَقد حانَ أنْ يَنتْابَها السَهَرُ

O people, slumber has long lain upon

An eye; surely it is time for wakefulness to visit it.

لا تَغفُلوا طَمَعَاً في العيشِ وانتَبِهوا

لا تَغفُلوا طَمَعَاً في العيشِ وانتَبِهوا

إنَّ المنايا على الأبوابِ تنتظِرُ

إنَّ المنايا على الأبوابِ تنتظِرُ

Do not be heedless in your longing for life; awaken!

For deaths are waiting at the doors.

في كلِّ يومٍ منَ المَوتى لنا عِبَرٌ

في كلِّ يومٍ منَ المَوتى لنا عِبَرٌ

تبدو ويا حَبَّذا لو تَنفْعُ العِبَرُ

تبدو ويا حَبَّذا لو تَنفْعُ العِبَرُ

Every day we have lessons from the dead

That appear—and oh, if only those lessons were of use!

قُمنا على سَكْرَةِ الدُّنيا الغَرُورِ فما

قُمنا على سَكْرَةِ الدُّنيا الغَرُورِ فما

نُفيقُ إلاّ وداعي الموتِ يَنتهِرُ

نُفيقُ إلاّ وداعي الموتِ يَنتهِرُ

We stand amid the stupor of the deceitful world, and do not

Come to our senses until death's summoner cries out in rebuke.

كلٌّ منَ النَّاسِ يَهْواها فَتَخْدعُهُ

كلٌّ منَ النَّاسِ يَهْواها فَتَخْدعُهُ

حتى يَموتَ ولا يُقضَى لهُ وَطَرُ

حتى يَموتَ ولا يُقضَى لهُ وَطَرُ

Everyone loves her, and she deceives him,

Until he dies, with no desire of his fulfilled.

شابَ الزَّمانُ وشِبنا وَهْيَ يافعةٌ

شابَ الزَّمانُ وشِبنا وَهْيَ يافعةٌ

لم يَبدُ للشَّيبِ في فَرْعٍ لها أثَرُ

لم يَبدُ للشَّيبِ في فَرْعٍ لها أثَرُ

Time has grown gray, and so have we, while she remains young;

No trace of gray has appeared in her tresses.

يا مُغرَمينَ بها إن لم يكُنْ لكُمُ

يا مُغرَمينَ بها إن لم يكُنْ لكُمُ

خُبْرٌ فهل لم يأتِكم خَبَرُ

خُبْرٌ فهل لم يأتِكم خَبَرُ

O you enamored of her, if you have no

Experience, has no news reached you?

كلُّ الغَرامِ مُضِرٌّ قالَ مُزدَوجاً

كلُّ الغَرامِ مُضِرٌّ قالَ مُزدَوجاً

تأريخُهُ هل غَرامٌ ما لهُ ضَرَرُ

تأريخُهُ هل غَرامٌ ما لهُ ضَرَرُ

All passion is harmful; in doubled form spoke

His chronogram: "Is there passion without harm?"