Sirat Ibn Hisham 1045
Account of the poetry recited on the day of Uḥud
[ شِعْرُ كَعْبٍ فِي بُكَاءِ حَمْزَةَ ] وَقَالَ كَعْبُ بْنُ مَالِكٍ يَبْكِي حَمْزَةَ بْنَ عَبْدِ الْمُطَّلِبِ: طَرَقَتْ هُمُومُكَ فَالرُّقَادُ مَسَهَّدُ وَجَزِعَتْ أَنْ سُلِخَ الشَّبَابُ الْأَغْيَدُ وَدَعَتْ فُؤَادَكَ لِلْهَوَى ضَمْريَّةٌ فَهَوَاكَ غَوْرِيٌّ وَصَحْوكَ مُنْجِدُ فَدَعْ التَّمَادِيَ فِي الْغَوَايَةِ سَادِرًا قَدْ كُنْتَ فِي طَلَبِ الْغَوَايَةِ تُفْنَدُ وَلَقَدْ أَنَّى لَكَ أَنْ تَنَاهَى طَائِعًا أَوْ تَسْتَفِيقَ إذَا نَهَاكَ الْمُرْشِدُ وَلَقَدْ هُدِدْتُ لِفَقْدِ حَمْزَةَ هَدَّةً ظَلَّتْ بَنَاتُ الْجَوْفِ مِنْهَا تَرْعَدُ وَلَوْ أَنَّهُ فُجِعَتْ حِرَاءُ بِمِثْلِهِ لَرَأَيْتُ رَاسِيَ صَخْرِهَا يَتَبَدَّدُ قَرْمٌ تَمَكَّنَ فِي ذُؤَابَةِ هَاشِمٍ حَيْثُ النُّبُوَّةُ وَالنَّدَى والسُّودَدُ وَالْعَاقِرُ الْكُومَ الْجِلَادَ إذَا غَدَتْ رِيحٌ يَكَادُ الْمَاءُ مِنْهَا يَجْمُدُ وَالتَّارِكُ الْقِرْنَ الْكَمِيَّ مُجَدَّلًا يَوْمَ الْكَرِيهَةِ وَالْقَنَا يَتَقَصَّدُ وَتَرَاهُ يَرْفُلُ فِي الْحَدِيدِ كَأَنَّهُ ذُو لِبْدَةٍ شَثْنُ الْبَرَاثِنِ أَرْبَدُ عَمُّ النَّبِيِّ مُحَمَّدٍ وَصَفِيُّهُ وَرَدَ الْحِمَامَ فَطَابَ ذَاكَ الْمَوْرِدُ وَأَتَى الْمَنِيَّةَ مُعْلِمًا فِي أُسْرَةٍ نَصَرُوا النَّبِيَّ وَمِنْهُمْ الْمُسْتَشْهَدُ وَلَقَدْ إخَالُ بِذَاكَ هِنْدًا بُشِّرَتْ لَتُمِيتُ دَاخِلَ غُصَّةٍ لَا تَبْرُدُ مِمَّا صَبَّحْنَا بالعَقَنْقَلِ قَوْمَهَا يَوْمًا تَغَيَّبْ فِيهِ عَنْهَا الْأَسْعَدُ وَبِبِئْرِ بَدْرٍ إذْ يَرُدُّ وُجُوهَهُمْ جِبْرِيلُ تَحْتَ لِوَائِنَا وَمُحَمَّدُ حَتَّى رَأَيْتُ لَدَى النَّبِيِّ سَرَاتَهُمْ قِسْمَيْنِ: يَقْتُلُ مَنْ نَشَاءُ وَيَطْرُدُ فَأَقَامَ بِالْعَطَنِ الْمُعَطَّنِ مِنْهُمْ سَبْعُونَ: عُتْبَةُ مِنْهُمْ وَالْأَسْوَدُ وَابْنُ الْمُغِيرَةِ قَدْ ضَرَبْنَا ضَرْبَةً فَوْقَ الْوَرِيدِ لَهَا رَشَّاشٌ مُزْبِدُ وَأُمَيَّةُ الْجُمَحِيُّ قَوَّمَ مَيْلَهُ عَضْبٌ بِأَيْدِي الْمُؤْمِنِينَ مُهَنَّدُ فَأَتَاكَ فَلُّ الْمُشْرِكِينَ كَأَنَّهُمْ وَالْخَيْلُ تَثْفِنُهُمْ نَعَامٌ شُرَّدُ شَتَّانَ مَنْ هُوَ فِي جَهَنَّمَ ثَاوِيًا أَبَدًا وَمَنْ هُوَ فِي الْجِنَانِ مُخَلَّدُ
Translation
✧ [The poetry of Kaʿb lamenting Ḥamzah] Kaʿb b. Mālik said, lamenting Ḥamzah b. ʿAbd al-Muṭṭalib: Your cares came by night, so sleep is made restless, And you grieved that the tender youth was stripped away. A Ḍamriyyah woman called your heart to passion, So your love is lowland-bound, while your waking is highland-bound. Give up persisting in error, going headlong; You have been, in seeking error, deemed foolish. It has come time for you to desist willingly, Or to sober up when the guide forbids you. I was shaken for the loss of Ḥamzah with a quaking By which the daughters of the hollow kept trembling. If Ḥirāʾ had been bereaved of the like of him, You would have seen the firm summit of its rock crumble away. A stallion established in the forelock of Hāshim, Where prophethood, generosity, and lordship are; The one who hamstrung the sturdy, thick-necked camels when a wind Blew by which the water almost froze; The one who left the armored champion laid low On the day of dread, while the spears snapped; You would see him trailing in iron as if he were A shaggy-maned, rough-pawed, grayish lion. The paternal uncle of the Prophet Muḥammad and his chosen friend, He came to the fated end, and pleasant was that watering place. He came to death, marked for it, among a family Who aided the Prophet, and among them was the martyr. I think that Hind, by that, was given good tidings That would make die within her a choking grief that does not cool, Because of what we inflicted at al-ʿAqanqal upon her people On a day when the fortunate one was absent from her, And at the well of Badr, when Jibrīl turned back their faces Beneath our banner, and Muḥammad did too, Until I saw, before the Prophet, their chiefs In two groups: we kill whom we will and drive off whom we will. So there remained at the watering place, made to kneel among them, Seventy: ʿUtbah among them, and al-Aswad, And Ibn al-Mughīrah—we struck him a blow Above the jugular vein, with a spraying, foaming gush. And Umayyah al-Jumaḥī—his deviation was set straight By a keen, Indian sword in the hands of the believers. So the remnant of the polytheists came to you as if they, With the horses butting them, were scattered ostriches. How far apart is one who is in Hell, abiding Forever, and one who is in the Gardens, made immortal.
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