Tarikh (al-Tabari) 1131
The Expedition of Uḥud
[ شِعْرُ حَسَّانٍ فِي قَتْلَى يَوْمِ أُحُدٍ ] قَالَ ابْنُ إسْحَاقَ: وَقَالَ حَسَّانُ بْنُ ثَابِتٍ يَبْكِي حَمْزَةَ بْنَ عَبْدِ الْمُطَّلِبِ وَمَنْ أُصِيبَ مِنْ أَصْحَابِ رَسُولِ اللَّهِ ﷺ يَوْمَ أُحُدٍ: يَا مَيَّ قُومِي فَانْدُبِنْ بِسُحَيْرَةٍ شَجْوَ النَّوَائِحِ كَالْحَامِلَاتِ الْوِقْرِ بِال ثَّقَلِ الْمُلِحَّاتِ الدَّوَالِحِ الْمُعْوِلَاتُ الْحَامِشَا تُ وُجُوهَ حُرَّاتٍ صَحَائِحِ وَكَأَنَّ سَيْلَ دُمُوعِهَا الْ أَنْصَابُ تُخْضَبُ بِالذَّبَائِحِ يَنْقُضْنَ أَشْعَارًا لَهُنَّ هُنَاكَ بَادِيَةً الْمَسَائِحِ وَكَأَنَّهَا أَذْنَابُ خَيْ لٍ بِالضُّحَى شُمْسٍ رَوَامِحِ مِنْ بَيْنِ مَشْزُورٍ وَمَجْ زُورٍ يُذَعْذَعُ بِالْبَوَارِحِ يَبْكِينَ شَجْوًا مُسْلِبَا تٍ كَدَّحَتْهُنَّ الكَوَادِحْ وَلَقَدْ أَصَابَ قُلُوبَهَا مَجْلٌ لَهُ جُلَبٌ قَوَارِحُ إذْ أَقْصَدِ الْحِدْثَانَ مَنْ كُنَّا نُرَجِّي إذْ نُشَايِحُ أَصْحَابَ أُحْدٍ غَالَهُمْ دَهْرٌ أَلَمَّ لَهُ جَوَارِحُ مَنْ كَانَ فَارِسَنَا وَحَا مِينَا إذَا بُعِثَ الْمَسَالِحُ يَا حَمْزَ، لَا وَاَللَّهِ لَا أَنْسَاكَ مَا صُرَّ اللَّقَائِحُ لِمُنَاخِ أَيْتَامٍ وَأَضْي وَأَرْمَلَةٍ تُلَامِحُ وَلِمَا يَنُوبُ الدَّهْرُ فِي حَرْبٍ لِحَرْبٍ وَهْيَ لَاقِحُ يَا فَارِسًا يَا مِدْرَهًا يَا حَمْزَ قَدْ كُنْتَ الْمُصَامِحَ عَنَّا شَدِيدَاتِ الْخُطُو بِ إذَا يَنُوبُ لَهُنَّ فَادِحْ ذَكَّرْتنِي أَسَدَ الرَّسُو لِ وَذَاكَ مِدْرَهُنَا الْمُنَافِحْ عَنَّا وَكَانَ يُعَدُّ إذْ عُدَّ الشَّرِيفُونَ الْجَحَاجِحْ يَعْلُو الْقَمَاقِمَ جَهْرَةً سَبْطَ الْيَدَيْنِ أَغَرَّ وَاضِحْ لَا طَائِشٌ رَعِشٌ وَلَا ذُو عِلَّةٍ بِالْحِمْلِ آنِحْ بَحْرٌ فَلَيْسَ يُغِبُّ جَا رًا مِنْهُ سَيْبٌ أَوْ مَنَادِحْ أَوْدَى شَبَابُ أُولِي الْحَفَا ئِظِ وَالثَّقِيلُونَ الْمَرَاجِحْ الْمُطْعِمُونَ إذَا الْمَشَا تِي مَا يُصَفِّفهُنَّ نَاضِحْ لَحْمَ الْجِلَادِ وَفَوْقَهُ مِنْ شَحْمِهِ شُطَبٌ شَرَائِحْ لِيُدَافِعُوا عَنْ جَارِهِمْ مَا رَامَ ذُو الضِّغْنِ الْمُكَاشِحْ لَهْفِي لِشُبَّانٍ رُزِئْ نَاهُمْ كَأَنَّهُمْ المَصَابِحْ شُمٌّ، بَطَارِقَةٌ، غَطَا رِفةٌ، خَضَارِمَةٌ، مَسَامِحْ الْمُشْتَرُونَ الْحَمْدَ بِالْ أَمْوَالِ إنَّ الْحَمْدَ رَابِحْ وَالْحَامِزُونَ بِلُجْمِهِمْ يَوْمًا إذَا مَا صَاحَ صَائِحْ مَنْ كَانَ يُرْمَى بِالنَّوَا قِرِ مِنْ زَمَانٍ غَيْرِ صَالِحْ مَا إنْ تَزَالُ رِكَابُهُ يَرْسِمْنَ فِي غُبْرٍ صَحَاصِحْ رَاحَتْ تَبَارَى وَهُوَ فِي رَكْبٍ صُدُورُهُمْ رَوَاشِحْ حَتَّى تَئُوبَ لَهُ الْمَعَا لِي لَيْسَ مِنْ فَوْزِ السَّفائِحْ يَا حَمْزَ قَدْ أَوْحَدْتَنِي كَالْعُودِ شَذَّ بِهِ الكَوافِحْ أَشْكُو إلَيْكَ وَفَوْقَكَ ال تُّرْبُ الْمُكَوَّرُ وَالصَّفَائِحْ مِنْ جَنْدَلٍ نُلْقِيهِ فَوْ قَكَ إذْ أَجَادَ الضَّرْحَ ضَارِحْ فِي وَاسِعٍ يَحْشُونَهُ بِالتُّرْبِ سَوَّتْهُ الْمَمَاسِحْ فَعَزَاؤُنَا أَنَّا نَقُو لُ وَقَوْلُنَا بَرْحٌ بَوَارِحْ مَنْ كَانَ أَمْسَى وَهُوَ عَمَّا أَوْقَعَ الْحِدْثَانُ جَانِحْ فَلْيَأْتِنَا فَلْتَبْكِ عَيْ نَاهُ لِهَلْكَانَا النَّوَافِحْ الْقَائِلِينَ الْفَاعِلِينَ ذَوِي السَّمَاحَةِ وَالْمَمَادِحْ مَنْ لَا يَزَالُ نَدَى يَدَيْ هِ لَهُ طَوَالَ الدَّهْرِ مَائِحْ قَالَ ابْنُ هِشَامٍ: وَأَكْثَرُ أَهْلِ الْعِلْمِ بِالشِّعْرِ يُنْكِرُهَا لِحَسَّانٍ، وَبَيْتُهُ: الْمُطْعِمُونَ إذَا الْمَشَاتِي، وَبَيْتُهُ: الْجَامِزُونَ بِلُجْمِهِمْ، وَبَيْتُهُ: مَنْ كَانَ يُرْمَى بِالنَّوَاقِرِ عَنْ غَيْرِ ابْنِ إسْحَاقَ
Translation
✧ [Ḥassān’s Poetry on Those Killed on the Day of Uḥud] Ibn Isḥāq said: Ḥassān b. Thābit said, mourning Ḥamzah b. ʿAbd al-Muṭṭalib and those of the companions of the Messenger of God ﷺ who were struck down on the day of Uḥud: O Mayyah, arise and lament at daybreak with the lamentation of wailing women — like those bearing the load with the heavy, insistent, tottering burden; the keening ones who scratch the faces of free, sound women. And as if the flood of their tears — the stones are dyed with sacrifices. They shake down their hair there, exposing their disheveled locks. And as if they are the tails of horses at forenoon, restive and kicking. From among one squinting and one with cropped hair, tossed about by the hot winds. They weep in grief, bereaved ones whom hardships have worn down. And indeed a callus with scabs and sores has struck their hearts, when the mishaps of fate aimed at those in whom we hoped when we strove. The companions of Uḥud — a time with its calamities overcame them. He who was our horseman and our defender when the patrols were sent forth. O Ḥamzah, no, by God, I shall not forget you as long as milch-camels are tied up, for the sake of the halting-place of orphans and guests and of the widow who glances about, and for what time brings in war upon war while it is pregnant. O horseman, O chief, O Ḥamzah, you were the one who interceded for us in the gravest affairs when a crushing one befell them. You reminded me of the lion of the Messenger, and that was our defender and champion who fought on our behalf. He was counted among the noble and lordly when they were counted. He mounts the crests openly, long-armed, bright-faced, and radiant. Not one erratic and trembling, nor one with a defect, groaning under the load. A sea — his bounty never fails a neighbor, whether a gift or a means of escape. The youth of those with zeal have perished, and the weighty ones with forbearance, the feeders when the sheep — a water-carrier arranges them — of the meat of sturdy camels, and above it from its fat are slices and strips, so that they may defend their neighbor from what the rancorous, hostile one seeks. My grief for the young men of whom we were bereaved, as if they were lamps — high-nosed, patrician, noble, generous, liberal. The buyers of praise with wealth — indeed praise is profitable. And the ones who spur their horses with their reins on the day when a crier cries out — he who used to be shot at with calamities from a time not righteous. His riding-camels never cease tracing in the dusty, barren plains. They set out vying, while he is in a company whose chests are sweating, until the heights return to him, not from the winning of the foolish. O Ḥamzah, you have left me alone, like a branch which the butting winds have stripped. I complain to you, while above you is the heaped earth and the slabs, of boulders we cast over you when the digger did the digging well, in a wide grave which they fill with earth — its surfaces are made even. Our consolation is that we say — and our saying is a painful, scorching one — whoever has come to the evening while he is inclining away from what the mishaps of fate have brought, let him come to us, and let his eyes weep for our dead, the generous ones — the speakers, the doers, possessors of liberality and praiseworthy deeds, he from whose hands his bounty never ceases to flow throughout all time. Ibn Hishām said: Most of the people of knowledge in poetry deny that these verses are by Ḥassān. The line “the feeders when the sheep” is by someone other than Ibn Isḥāq, and the line “the ones who spur their horses with their reins” and the line “he who used to be shot at with calamities” are also from someone other than Ibn Isḥāq.
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