Sirat Ibn Hisham 1043
Account of the poetry recited on the day 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
✧ [Hassan's poetry on those killed on the day of Uhud] Ibn Ishaq said: Hassan b. Thabit said, weeping for Hamzah b. ʿAbd al-Muttalib and for those of the companions of the Messenger of God ﷺ who were smitten on the day of Uhud: O Mayyah, arise and wail at dawn With the grief of mourning women, like those bearing heavy burdens, With the weight of pressing sorrows, the tottering, The lamenting ones who scratch the faces of free, unblemished women. As if the stream of their tears Were the cult stones dyed with sacrificial blood. They loosen their hair, there, Appearing disheveled. As if they were the tails of horses At forenoon, restive, kicking, Among them the one whose garment is rent and the one whose Garment is torn, tossed about by the hot winds. They weep with grief, mourning, Worn out by misfortunes. And indeed a blight has struck their hearts, With festering wounds that break open, When the accidents of fate struck down those In whom we had hope when we strove. The men of Uhud—a calamity overtook them, A time of disaster with its birds of prey. Who was our horseman and our defender When the patrols were sent out? O Hamzah, no, by God, I shall not forget you As long as milch-camels are tied, For the sake of orphans, guests, And widows who glance about, And for what the vicissitudes of time bring In war after war, and it is pregnant. O horseman, O chief, O Hamzah, You were the defender Of us against mighty calamities When a crushing one befell them. You remind me of the lion of the Messenger, And that is our chief, the protector Of us; and he was counted, when Noble chiefs were counted. He mounts the skulls openly, Long-armed, with a bright, shining face, Not a wavering, trembling one, nor one With a defect, groaning under a load. A sea—he never fails a neighbor, From him comes bounty or escape. Perished are the youths of zeal, And those weighty in judgment, The feeders, when the winter herds Are ranged by a waterer, Of the flesh of sturdy camels, and over it From their fat are layers, sliced. To defend their neighbor From what the rancorous, hostile one sought. Alas for the youths bereaved, As if they were lamps, High-nosed, patricians, generous, Bountiful, liberal, The buyers of praise with Wealth—for praise is profitable— And the spurrers with their bridles On a day when a crier cried out. Who was struck by calamities From a time not good? His mounts do not cease Leaving tracks in dusty, barren plains. They went racing, while he was in a band Whose chests were sweating, Until lofty deeds return to him, Not from the gain of the foolish. O Hamzah, you have left me alone, Like a branch from which the winds have stripped. I complain to you, while over you Is the heaped dust and the slabs, Of boulders which we cast Over you, when the digger dug well, In a wide grave which they fill With earth, smoothed by the sweepers. Our consolation is that we say— And our saying is painful, scorching— Whoever has turned away from what The accidents of fate have brought, Let him come to us, and let his eyes Weep for our perished, the generous, The sayers, the doers, possessors Of liberality and praises, Whose hands' bounty never ceases To flow for him throughout all time. Ibn Hisham said: Most of the people of knowledge of poetry reject these verses as being by Hassan. The verse "The feeders, when the winter herds…" and the verse "And the spurrers with their bridles…" and the verse "Who was struck by calamities…" are from someone other than Ibn Ishaq.
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