Sirat Ibn Hisham 1473
The time of the ʿumrah
يَوْمًا يَظَلُّ بِهِ الْحِرْبَاءُ مُصْطَخِدًا كَأَنَّ ضَاحِيَهُ بِالشَّمْسِ مَمْلُولُ وَقَالَ لِلْقَوْمِ حَادِيهِمْ وَقَدْ جَفَلَتْ وُرْقُ الْجَنَادِبِ يَرْكُضْنَ الْحَصَا قِيلُوا شَدَّ النَّهَارِ ذِرَاعَا عَيْطَلٍ نَصَفٍ قَامَتُ فَجَاوَبَهَا نُكْدٌ مَثَاكِيلُ نَوَّاحَةٍ رِخْوَةِ الضَّبْعَيْنِ لَيْسَ لَهَا لَمَّا نَعَى بِكْرَهَا النَّاعُونَ مَعْقُولُ تَفْرِى اللَّبَانَ بِكَفَّيْهَا وَمِدْرَعُهَا مُشَقَّقٌ عَنْ تَرَاقِيهَا رَعَابِيلُ تَسْعَى الْغُوَاةُ جَنَابَيْهَا وَقَوْلُهُمْ إنَّكَ يَا بْنَ أَبِي سُلْمَى لَمَقْتُولُ وَقَالَ كُلُّ صَدِيقٍ كُنْتُ آمُلُهُ لَا أُلْهِيَنَّكَ إنِّي عَنْكَ مَشْغُولُ فَقُلْتُ خَلُّوا سَبِيلِي لَا أَبَا لَكُمْ فَكُلُّ مَا قَدَّرَ الرَّحْمَنُ مَفْعُولُ كُلُّ ابْنِ أُنْثَى وَإِنْ طَالَتْ سَلَامَتُهُ يَوْمًا عَلَى آلَةٍ حَدْبَاءَ مَحْمُولُ نُبِّئْتُ أَنَّ رَسُولَ اللَّهِ أَوْعَدَنِي وَالْعَفْوُ عِنْدَ رَسُولِ اللَّهِ مَأْمُولُ مَهْلًا هَدَاكَ الَّذِي أَعْطَاكَ نَافِلَةَ الْ قُرْآنِ فِيهَا مَوَاعِيظٌ وَتَفْصِيلُ لَا تَأْخُذَنِّي بِأَقْوَالِ الْوُشَاةِ وَلَمْ أُذْنِبْ وَلَوْ كَثُرَتْ فِيَّ الْأَقَاوِيلُ، لَقَدْ أَقُومُ مَقَامًا لَوْ يَقُومُ بِهِ أَرَى وَأَسْمَعُ مَا لَوْ يَسْمَعُ الْفِيلُ لَظَلَّ يَرْعَدُ إلَّا أَنْ يَكُونَ لَهُ مِنْ الرَّسُولِ بِإِذْنِ اللَّهِ تَنْوِيلُ حَتَّى وَضَعْتُ يَمِينِي مَا أُنَازِعُهُ فِي كَفِّ ذِي نَقِمَاتٍ قِيلُهُ الْقِيلُ فَلَهْوَ أَخْوَفُ عِنْدِي إذْ أُكَلِّمُهُ وَقِيلَ إنَّكَ مَنْسُوبٌ وَمَسْئُولُ مِنْ ضَيْغَمٍ بِضَرَاءِ الْأَرْضِ مُخْدَرُهُ فِي بَطْنِ عَثَّرَ غِيلٌ دُونَهُ غِيلُ يَغْدُو فَيُلْحِمُ ضِرْغَامَيْنِ عَيْشُهُمَا لَحْمُ مِنْ النَّاسِ مَعْفُورٌ خَرَادِيلُ إذَا يُسَاوِرُ قِرْنًا لَا يَحِلُّ لَهُ أَنْ يَتْرُكَ الْقِرْنَ إلَّا وَهُوَ مَفْلُولُ مِنْهُ تَظَلُّ سِبَاعُ الْجَوِّ نَافِرَةً وَلَا تَمَشَّى بِوَادِيهِ الْأَرَاجِيلُ وَلَا يَزَالُ بِوَادِيهِ أَخُو ثِقَةٍ مُضَرَّجُ الْبَزِّ وَالدُّرْسَانِ مَأْكُولُ إنَّ الرَّسَولَ لَنُورٌ يُسْتَضَاءُ بِهِ مُهَنَّدٌ مِنْ سُيُوفِ اللَّهِ مَسْلُولُ
Translation
✧ A day on which the chameleon lies in the sun as though its sun-basked side were roasted by the sun. And their camel-driver said to the people, after the green locusts had started and were kicking the pebbles: 'Take your midday rest at the heat of noon, a tall, middle-aged she-camel's forearms.' And mourning women answered him, bereft and childless— a wailing woman with slack upper arms, for whom, when the announcers of her firstborn's death announced it, there is no restraining. She rends her breast with her two hands, and her woollen shift is torn open from her collarbones in shreds. The tempters walk on either side of her, saying: 'You, son of Abū Sulmā, are indeed one to be killed.' And every friend I had set my hopes on said: 'Let me not distract you, for I am occupied from you.' So I said: 'Leave my way clear, may you have no father, for all that the Merciful has decreed is done. Every son of a female, even if his safety lasts long, will one day be carried on a curved bier. I have been told that the Messenger of God has threatened me, yet pardon with the Messenger of God is to be hoped for. Gently—may He who gave you the supererogatory gift of the Qur'an, in which are admonitions and detailing, guide you. Do not seize me because of the words of slanderers, for I have not sinned, even if many sayings are multiplied against me.' Indeed I would stand in a place where, if an elephant stood, seeing and hearing what I see and hear, it would remain trembling—unless it should have from the Messenger, by God's leave, an interpretation. Until I placed my right hand, not disputing it, in the hand of one possessed of vengeances, whose word is the prevailing word. He is more fearful to me, when I speak to him, and it is said: 'You are one of noble lineage and one to be questioned'—than a lion in the rugged land whose lair is in the belly of ʿAththar, a thicket within a thicket. He goes forth at dawn and feeds two lions whose food is the flesh of men, dust-coloured, in chunks. When he attacks an adversary, it is not lawful for him to leave that adversary except that he is broken. From him the beasts of the air remain in flight all day, and men do not walk in his valley. And in his valley a trusted brother remains, his garments and old clothes stained with blood and eaten. Surely the Messenger is a light by which illumination is sought, a keen sword of the swords of God, unsheathed.
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