Between Nubūwwah and Imāmah, there’s a juncture
بـيـن الـنبوّةِ والإمـامة مَـعقِدُ
Begotten by Aḥmad and strengthened by Ḥaydar
يَـنْـميهِ حـيدرةٌ ويُـنجِبُ أحـمدُ
Adorned by legacies twain of nobility:
يَـزدانُ بـالإرثِ الـكريم، فعَزْمةٌ
Ḥaydarite tenacity and Prophetic gracility
مِـن حـيدرٍ.. ومـن النبوّة سُؤدَدُ
And when morals refined fuse thus with pure roots
فـإذا سـما خُـلُقٌ وطـابت دَوحةٌ
Its owner is peerless—transcending reputes!
فـالمرءُ بـينهما الـسَّرِيُّ الأوحدُ
Oh al-Ḥasan az-Zakī—the pristine—you are
يـا أيُّـها الحسنُ الزكيُّ، وأنت مِن
From these founts: the source of marvels, far!
هـذه الـمصادر لـلروائع مَـورِدُ
Oh Abū Muḥammad: oh you special hatchling:
أأبـا مـحمّد أيُّـها الـفَرخُ الـذي
On the crux of Nubūwwah had been your latching!
آواهُ مِــن حِـجْر الـنبوّةِ مَـقعدُ
Your cradle was filled by Fāṭimah’s humming
وشَـدَت لـه الـزهراءُ تملأ مَهدَهُ
As she rocked and swayed it in early morning
نـغـماً غــداةَ تَـهزُّهُ وتُـهَدهِدُ
Reared by the honorable Godly Providence
ورَعَـته بـالزادِ الـكريم عِـنايةٌ
That assists and pours onto men of prominence
لـلـه تُـغـدِقُ بـالكريم وتَـرفِدُ
Whose eyes by the glimpses of Aḥmad shimmered
عَـيناهُ تـستجلي مـلامحَ أحـمدٍ
Whose ears by the sounds of revelation quivered
وبـسمعهِ الـوحيُ الـمبينُ يُـردِّدُ
Raised by the miḥrāb, while he was clapsed
ويَـربُّهُ الـمحرابُ وهـو مُطوَّقٌ
To the Prophet’s collar as in sajdah he passed
عـنُقُ الـنبيّ غَـداةَ فـيه يسجدُ
Resolve only sharpened by red heats of battle
وتَـشُدُّ عـزمتَه مـلاحمُ لـلوغى
By its lion: his father, the king of its grapple
حُـمْرٌ.. أبـوه بـها الهِزَبْرُ المُلْبِدُ
In your sky only glimmers such dazzling stars
زَهَتِ النجومُ على سَماكَ، وليس في
Your horizon not filled except of lodestars
أُفُــقٍ نُـمِـيتَ إلـيه إلاّ فـرقدُ
Yes! Yours are events and stances that state
ولـك الـمواقفُ والـمشاهدُ واحدٌ
And bear witness to your many epic a trait:
يـروي.. وآخَـرُ بـالبطولة يَشهدُ
Both in Nahrawān and Siffīn did echo
فالـنهروانُ وأرضُ صِـفّينٍ بـها
The strikes of your sword: yet still they bellow!
أصـداءُ سـيفكَ مـا تزال تُعرَبِدُ
For your father is Ḥaydar, and the brood of a Ḥaydar
وأبـوك حـيدرُ، والـحَيادرُ نسلُها
Is self-same: a sword’s son is a saber
مِـن سِـنخِها.. وابنُ الحسامِ مُهَنَّدُ
How horrendous is history, that still doesn’t budge
ما أقبح التاريخ حين يلح في
In its lies about you: your rank still begrudged
كذب عليك وذو المناقب يحسد
They call you debauched! Oh what a falsity!
أسماك مزواجا وهذي فرية
And claim you were captious, fearful of paucity
وروى بأنــك خـــائــف مـتـلـدد
What! Should one fear with a grandfather like yours?!
ماذا أأنت تخاف والجـد الـذي
With a father whose flame with radiance soars?!
يـنـمـيـك والأب شـعـلة تـتـوقد
They say: “To the son of Hind he relented!”
قـالوا: تنازلَ لابن هندٍ.. والهوى
Such blinding conceit, of all truth rended!
يُـعمي عـن القولِ الصوابِ ويُبعدُ
How abased this world is to you, for you are
مـا أهـونَ الـدنيا لديكَ وأنت مِن
Beyond its cloud’s drizzle, more gifted by far!
وَكْـفِ الـسَّحابةِ فـي عطاءٍ أجودُ
If not to back justice, that whole sovereignty
والـحُـكْم لـولا أن تُـقيمَ عـدالةً
Was to you a bane wicked and surely lowly
أنـكى لـديك مِـن الذُّعافِ وأنكدُ
For a throne is nothing to one whose own feet
ويَـهـون كـرسيٌّ لـمَن أقـدامُهُ
On the chest of the Prophet had climbed to seat
تَـرقى عـلى صدر النبيِّ وتصعدُ
Is leadership sought with such burning passion
أوَ يـبتغي مـنه الـسيادةَ مَـن لَهُ
By one whom the Prophet had told, “You’re a captain!”
شَـهِد الـنبيُّ وقـال: إنّك سيّدُ ؟!
Yes Muḥammad to him had guided in truth
قـد قـادنا لـلصِّدقِ فـيه مـحمّدٌ
If not led by Muḥammad, then you‘re the uncouth!
ومُـذَمَّـمٌ مَـن لـم يَـقُدْهُ مـحمّدُ
Oh one over whom stars most wondrous passed
يـا مَـن تَـمرُّ به النجومُ وطَرفُهُ
While his gaze he kept fixed on God’s Heavens, vast
نـحوَ الـسماء مُـصوِّبٌ ومُصعِّدُ
The daybreaks filled by his pious insistence:
تَـتناغمُ الأسـحارُ مِـن تـرديدهِ:
Only Thee I worship and from You seek assistance!
إيّــاك ربّـي أسـتعينُ وأعـبُدُ
Reciting the Book: by its promises reveled
يـتلو الـكتاب، فينتشي مِن وعدِهِ
While at its threats he would shake and tremble
ويَـهـزُّهُ وَقـعُ الـوعيدِ فـيُرعِدُ
A spirit on heavenly horizons flying
روحٌ بـآفـاق الـسـماءِ مُـحلِّقٌ
A hand that in charity had been undying
ويــدٌ بـدَينِ الـمُعْوِزين تُـسدِّدُ
Liberality so noble, it encompassed all
وسـماحةٌ وَسِـعَت بُـنبلِ جذورِها
Marwān and his spawn were in its thrall
حـتّـى لـمـروانٍ ومـا يَـتولَّدُ
To the son of Hind’s evil you did fall prey
وجَـرَعتَ أشـجانَ آبنِ هندَ ولؤمَهُ
Like a lion bound up and forced to obey
كـالـليث إذ يـنقادُ وهـو مُـقيَّدُ
He snuck to you poison, his choicest weapon
أزجـى إلـيك الـسُّمَّ وهو سلاحُهُ
For a coward needs stealth to kill such a lion
ويــدُ الـجبانِ بِـغِيلةٍ تَـستأسِدُ
It ripped your insides and smothered your glim
فـتَقَطَّعت أحـشاك وآنـطفأ السَّنا
And dried those lips that God’s Book had hymned
وذَوَت شِـفـاهٌ بـالـكتابِ تُـغرِّدُ
The miḥrāb bereft of that saintly scholar
واسـتوحشَ المحرابُ حَبراً طالما
Long found in those darkest nights in prayer
ألـفاهُ فـي كَـبِد الـدُّجى يـتهجّدُ
Peace to that plain of Baqī’ from this zeal
حـيَّتْكَ يـا روضَ الـبقيعِ مشاعرٌ
Preceding those brows that on its soil keel
قـبلَ الـجِباهِ عـلى تُرابك تَسجُدُ
May your sands be drenched by passions gushing
ورَوَت ثَـراكَ عـواطفٌ جـيّاشةٌ
And your quarter quenched by tears ever-rushing!
وسَـقَت رُبـاكَ مـدامعٌ لا تَـبرُدُ
