Tarikh (al-Tabari) 1136
The Expedition of Uḥud
[ شِعْرُ ضِرَارٍ فِي يَوْمِ أُحُدٍ ] قَالَ ابْنُ إسْحَاقَ: وَقَالَ ضِرَارُ بْنُ الْخَطَّابِ: إنِّي وَجَدُّكَ لَوْلَا مُقْدَمِي فَرَسِي إذْ جَالَتْ الْخَيْلُ بَيْنَ الْجِزْعِ وَالْقَاعِ مَا زَالَ مِنْكُمْ بِجَنْبِ الْجَزْعِ مِنْ أُحُدٍ أَصْوَاتُ هَامٍ تَزَاقى أَمْرُهَا شَاعِي وَفَارِسٌ قَدْ أَصَابَ السَّيْفُ مَفْرِقَهُ أَفْلَاقُ هَامَتِهِ كَفَرْوَةِ الرَّاعِي إنِّي وَجَدُّكَ لَا أَنْفَكَ مُنْتَطِقًا بِصَارِمٍ مِثْلَ لَوْنِ الْمِلْحِ قَطَّاعِ عَلَى رِحَالَةِ مِلْوَاحٍ مُثَابِرَةٍ نَحْوَ الصَّرِيخِ إذَا مَا ثَوَّبَ الدَّاعِي وَمَا انْتَمَيْتُ إلَى خُورٍ وَلَا كُشُفٍ وَلَا لِئَامٍ غَدَاةَ الْبَأْسِ أَوْرَاعِ بَلْ ضَارِبِينَ حَبِيكَ الْبِيضِ إذْ لَحِقُوا شُمَّ الْعَرَانِينِ عِنْدَ الْمَوْتِ لُذَّاعِ شُمٌّ بَهَالِيلُ مُسْتَرْخٍ حَمَائِلُهُمْ يَسْعَوْنَ لِلْمَوْتِ سَعْيًا غَيْرَ دَعْدَاعِ وَقَالَ ضِرَارُ بْنُ الْخَطَّابِ أَيْضًا: لَمَّا أَتَتْ مِنْ بَنِي كَعْبٍ مُزَيَّنَةً وَالْخَزْرَجِيَّةُ فِيهَا الْبِيضُ تَأْتَلِقُ وَجَرَّدُوا مَشْرَفِيَّاتٍ مُهَنَّدَةً وَرَايَةً كَجَنَاحِ النَّسْرِ تَخْتَفِقُ فَقُلْتُ يَوْمٌ بَأيَّامٍ وَمَعْرَكَةٌ تُنْبِى لِمَا خَلْفَهَا مَا هُزْهِزَ الْوَرَقُ قَدْ عُوِّدُوا كُلَّ يَوْمٍ أَنْ تَكُونَ لَهُمْ رِيحُ الْقِتَالِ وَأَسْلَابُ الَّذِينَ لَقُوا خَيَّرْتُ نَفْسِي عَلَى مَا كَانَ مِنْ وَجَلٍ مِنْهَا وَأَيْقَنْتُ أَنَّ الْمَجْدَ مُسْتَبَقُ أَكْرَهْتُ مُهْرِي حَتَّى خَاضَ غَمْرَتَهُمْ وَبَلَّهُ مِنْ نَجِيعٍ عَانِكٍ عَلَقُ فَظَلَّ مُهْرِي وَسِرْبَالِي جَسِيدُهُمَا نَفْخُ الْعُرُوقِ رِشَاشُ الطَّعْنِ وَالْوَرَقُ أَيْقَنْتُ أَنِّي مُقِيمٌ فِي دِيَارِهُمُ حَتَّى يُفَارِقَ مَا فِي جَوْفِهِ الْحَدَقُ لَا تَجْزَعُوا يَا بَنِي مَخْزُومَ إنَّ لَكُمْ مِثْلَ الْمُغِيرَةِ فِيكُمْ مَا بِهِ زَهَقُ صَبْرًا فِدًى لَكُمْ أُمِّي وَمَا وَلَدَتْ تَعَاوَرُوا الضَّرْبَ حَتَّى يُدْبِرَ الشَّفَقُ [ شِعْرُ ضِرَارٍ فِي أُحُدٍ ] قَالَ ابْنُ إسْحَاقَ: وَقَالَ ضِرَارُ بْنُ الْخَطَّابِ فِي يَوْمِ أُحُدٍ: مَا بَالُ عَيْنُكَ قَدْ أَزْرَى بِهَا السُّهْدُ كَأَنَّمَا جَالَ فِي أَجْفَانِهَا الرَّمَدُ أَمِنْ فِرَاقِ حَبِيبٍ كُنْتَ تَأْلَفَهُ قَدْ حَالَ مِنْ دُونِهِ الْأَعْدَاءُ وَالْبُعْدُ أَمْ ذَاكَ مِنْ شَغْبِ قَوْمٍ لَا جَدَاءَ بِهِمْ إذْ الْحُرُوبُ تَلَظَّتْ نَارُهَا تَقِدُ مَا يَنْتَهُونَ عَنْ الْغَيِّ الَّذِي رَكِبُوا وَمَا لَهُمْ مِنْ لُؤَيٍّ وَيْحهمْ عَضُدُ وَقَدْ نَشَدْنَاهُمْ وَبِاَللَّهِ قَاطِبَةً فَمَا تَرُدُّهُمْ الْأَرْحَامُ وَالنِّشَدُ حَتَّى إذَا مَا أَبَوْا إلَّا مُحَارَبَةً وَاسْتَحْصَدَتْ بَيْنَنَا الْأَضْغَانُ وَالْحِقَدُ سِرْنَا إلَيْهِمْ بِجَيْشٍ فِي جَوَانِبِهِ قَوَانِسُ الْبَيْضِ وَالْمَحْبُوكَةُ السُّرُدُ وَالْجُرْدُ تَرْفُلُ بِالْأَبْطَالِ شَازِبَةً كَأَنَّهَا حِدَأٌ فِي سَيْرِهَا تُؤَدُ جَيْشٌ يَقُودُهُمْ صَخْرٌ وَيَرْأَسُهُمْ كَأَنَّهُ لَيْثُ غَابٍ هَاصِرٌ حَرِدُ فَأَبْرَزَ الْحَيْنَ قَوْمًا مِنْ مَنَازِلِهِمْ فَكَانَ مِنَّا وَمِنْهُمْ مُلْتَقًى أُحُدُ فَغُودِرَتْ مِنْهُمْ قَتْلَى مُجَدَّلَةٌ كَالْمَعْزِ أَصْرَدَهُ بالصَّرْدحِ الْبَرَدُ قَتْلَى كِرَامٌ بَنُو النَّجَّارِ وَسْطَهُمْ وَمُصْعَبٌ مِنْ قَنَانَا حَوْلَهُ قِصَدُ وَحَمْزَةُ الْقَرْمُ مَصْرُوعٌ تُطِيفُ بِهِ ثَكْلَى وَقَدْ حُزَّ مِنْهُ الْأَنْفُ وَالْكَبِدُ كَأَنَّهُ حِينَ يَكْبُو فِي جَدِيَّتِهِ تَحْتَ الْعَجَاجِ وَفِيهِ ثَعْلَبٌ جَسَدُ حُوَارُ نَابٍ وَقَدْ وَلَّى صَحَابَتُهُ كَمَا تَوَلَّى النَّعَامُ الْهَارِبُ الشُّرُدُ مُجَلِّحِينَ وَلَا يَلُوونَ قَدْ مُلِئُوا رُعْبًا، فَنَجَّتْهُمْ الْعَوْصَاءُ وَالْكُؤُدُ تَبْكِي عَلَيْهِمْ نِسَاءٌ لَا بُعُولَ لَهَا مِنْ كُلِّ سَالِبَةٍ أَثْوَابُهَا قِدَدُ وَقَدْ تَرَكْنَاهُمْ لِلطَّيْرِ مَلْحَمَةً وَلِلضِّبَاعِ إلَى أَجْسَادِهِمْ تَفِدُ قَالَ ابْنُ هِشَامٍ: وَبَعْضُ أَهْلِ الْعِلْمِ بِالشِّعْرِ يُنْكِرُهَا لِضِرَارِ
Translation
✧ [Poetry of Ḍirār on the Day of Uḥud] Ibn Isḥāq said: Ḍirār b. al-Khaṭṭāb said: By your grandfather, had not my steed advanced When the horses swerved between the bend and the open ground, There would still be from you, beside the bend of Uḥud, Cries of skulls whose affair clamors and spreads abroad, And a horseman whose skull the sword struck — The clefts of his head like a shepherd's woolly fleece. By your grandfather, I never cease, girded With a cutting blade like the color of salt, Upon the saddle of a swift, persevering mount, Heading toward the war-cry when the caller summons. I am not traced to weaklings, nor to those who expose themselves, Nor to base cowards on the day of dread, But to strikers of the woven mail when they engage, High-bridged of nose, stinging at death. High-nosed nobles, their sword-belts hanging loose, They strive for death with a striving not feeble. And Ḍirār b. al-Khaṭṭāb also said: When from Banū Kaʿb came, adorned, And the Khazrajī woman, in whom the white blades glitter, And they drew well-forged Mashrafī swords And a banner like the vulture's wing fluttering, I said: a day for days, and a battle That tells what is behind it, as the leaves are shaken. They have been accustomed every day to have The wind of battle and the spoils of those they met. I made my soul choose, despite the fear In it, and I was certain that glory is a race. I urged my colt until he plunged into their thickest, And drenched him from dark-red blood, clotted gore. My colt and my shirt remained — their two bodies — The swelling of veins, the spray of thrusting and the leaves. I was certain that I would remain in their abode Until what was within his body parted from the pupils. Do not grieve, O Banū Makhzūm, for you have The like of al-Mughīrah among you, one in whom there is no failing. Patience — may my mother and what she bore be your ransom — Take turns at the striking until the twilight turns back. [Poetry of Ḍirār at Uḥud] Ibn Isḥāq said: Ḍirār b. al-Khaṭṭāb said on the day of Uḥud: What is the matter with your eye? Sleeplessness has impaired it, As if ophthalmia wandered in its eyelids. Is it from parting with a beloved you used to cherish, Between whom enemies and distance have now intervened? Or is it from the turmoil of a people who have no use, When wars blaze and their fire kindles? They do not desist from the error they have ridden, And they have no support from Luʾayy — woe to them. We have adjured them by Allah, one and all, But neither wombs nor adjuration turn them back. Until, when they refused all but war, And grudges and hatreds were reaped between us, We marched against them with an army on whose flanks Were the crests of white helmets and the tightly woven mail, And swift horses trailing with heroes, lean, As if they were kites in their gait, trotting. An army led by Ṣakhr, and he heads them, As if he were a lion of the thicket, a fierce crusher. He brought forth doom for a people from their dwellings, And there was between us and them the meeting of Uḥud. From them were left slain, laid low, Like goats that the cold has chilled on a hard hill. Slain nobles — the Banū al-Najjār were among them, And Muṣʿab, with our spears around him, broken shafts. And Ḥamzah the chief, thrown down, around whom A bereaved woman circles, and his nose and liver have been cut off. As if he, when he falls upon his side, Beneath the dust, with a fox of a body in him, Is the young of a she-camel with long teeth, and his companions have turned away, As the fleeing, scattered ostriches turn away. They fled headlong, not looking back, filled With terror, and the rugged and difficult paths saved them. Women who have no husbands weep over them, From every bereaved one whose garments are in shreds. We have left them as a feasting place for the birds, And for hyenas that come to their bodies. Ibn Hishām said: Some of the people of knowledge in poetry deny that these are by Ḍirār.
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