Sirat Ibn Hisham 1364
The Messenger's grief for Jaʿfar and his instructions regarding his family
[ شِعْرُ كَعْبٍ فِي بُكَاءِ قَتْلَى مُؤْتَةَ ] وَقَالَ كَعْبُ بْنُ مَالِكٍ: نَامَ الْعُيُونُ وَدَمْعُ عَيْنِكَ يَهْمُلُ سَحًّا كَمَا وَكَفَ الطَّبَابُ الْمُخْضَلُ فِي لَيْلَةٍ وَرَدَتْ عَلَيَّ هُمُومُهَا طَوْرًا أَحِنُّ وَتَارَةً أَتَمَلْمَلُ وَاعْتَادَنِي حُزْنٌ فَبِتُّ كَأَنَّنِي بِبَنَاتِ نَعْشٍ وَالسِّمَاكِ مُوَكَّلُ وَكَأَنَّمَا بَيْنَ الْجَوَانِحِ وَالْحَشَى مِمَّا تَأَوَّبَنِي شِهَابٌ مُدْخَلُ وَجْدًا عَلَى النَّفَرِ الَّذِينَ تَتَابَعُوا يَوْمًا بِمُؤْتَةَ أُسْنِدُوا لَمْ يُنْقَلُوا صَلَّى الْإِلَهُ عَلَيْهِمْ مِنْ فِتْيَةٍ وَسَقَى عِظَامَهُمْ الْغَمَامُ الْمُسْبِلُ صَبَرُوا بِمُؤْتَةَ لِلْإِلَهِ نُفُوسَهُمْ حَذَرَ الرَّدَى وَمَخَافَةً أَنْ يَنْكُلُوا فَمَضَوْا أَمَامَ الْمُسْلِمِينَ كَأَنَّهُمْ فُنُقٌ عَلَيْهِنَّ الْحَدِيدُ الْمُرْفَلُ إذْ يَهْتَدُونَ بِجَعْفَرٍ وَلِوَائِهِ قُدَّامَ أَوَّلِهِمْ فَنِعْمَ الْأَوَّلُ حَتَّى تَفَرَّجَتْ الصُّفُوفُ وَجَعْفَرٌ حَيْثُ الْتَقَى وَعْثُ الصُّفُوفِ مُجَدَّلُ فَتَغَيَّرَ الْقَمَرُ الْمُنِيرُ لِفَقْدِهِ وَالشَّمْسُ قَدْ كَسَفَتْ وَكَادَتْ تَأْفِلُ قَرْمٌ عَلَا بُنْيَانُهُ مِنْ هَاشِمٍ فَرْعًا أَشَمَّ وَسُؤْدُدًا مَا يُنْقَلُ قَوْمٌ بِهِمْ عَصَمَ الْإِلَهُ عِبَادَهُ وَعَلَيْهِمْ نَزَلَ الْكِتَابُ الْمُنْزَلُ فَضَلُوا الْمَعَاشِرَ عِزَّةً وَتَكَرُّمًا وَتَغَمَّدَتْ أَحْلَامُهُمْ مَنْ يَجْهَلُ لَا يُطْلِقُونَ إلَى السَّفَاهِ حُبَاهُمْ وَيُرَى خَطِيبُهُمْ بِحَقٍّ يَفْصِلُ بِيضُ الْوُجُوهِ تُرَى بُطُونُ أَكُفِّهِمْ تَنْدَى إذَا اعْتَذَرَ الزَّمَانُ الْمُمْحِلُ وَبِهَدْيِهِمْ رَضِيَ الْإِلَهُ لِخَلْقِهِ وَبِجَدِّهِمْ نُصِرَ النَّبِيُّ الْمُرْسَلُ
Translation
✧ [The poetry of Kaʿb in weeping for the slain of Muʾtah] Kaʿb b. Mālik said: The eyes slept, while the tears of your eye flow Copiously, as the full rain-cloud pours down, In a night whose cares came upon me, At times I yearn, and at times I toss and turn. Grief has returned to me, so I passed the night as if I were Entrusted to the Daughters of the Bier and al-Simāk. It is as if, between my ribs and my entrails, From what has come upon me, a fiery brand has been inserted, Out of love for the band who followed one another On a day at Muʾtah; they were laid down, not carried away. God's blessing be upon them, youth of a band, And may the lowering clouds water their bones. They held firm at Muʾtah for God's sake, their souls, In fear of destruction and dread of holding back. They went on before the Muslims, as if they were Stallion-camels upon which trailing iron is draped, When they were guided by Jaʿfar and his banner At the front of their first; how excellent was the first! Until the ranks parted, and Jaʿfar, Where the rough ground of the ranks met, lay thrown down. The shining moon was altered by his loss, And the sun was eclipsed and nearly set. A chief whose edifice rose from Hāshim, A lofty branch and a lordship that is not transferred, A people by whom God protected His servants, And upon whom the sent-down Book descended. They surpassed the tribes in might and generosity, And their forbearance covered over the ignorant. They do not let loose their reins to folly, And their orator is seen to decide with truth. White of face, you see the palms of their hands Moist when the barren time apologizes. By their guidance God is pleased for His creation, And by their fortune the sent Prophet was aided.
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