Sirat Ibn Hisham 163
The Death of al-Muṭṭalib and the Poetry Composed in Elegy for Him
: قَدْ ظَمِئَ الْحَجِيجُ بَعْدَ الْمُطَّلِبِ بَعْدَ الْجِفَانِ وَالشَّرَابِ المُنْثَعِبْ لَيْتَ قُرَيْشًا بَعْدَهُ عَلَى نَصَبْ وَقَالَ مَطْرُودُ بْنُ كَعْبٍ الْخُزَاعِيُّ، يَبْكِي الْمُطَّلِبَ وَبَنِيَّ عَبْدِ مَنَافٍ جَمِيعًا حِينَ أَتَاهُ نَعْيُ نَوْفَلِ بْنِ عَبْدِ مَنَافٍ، وَكَانَ نَوْفَلٌ آخِرَهُمْ هُلْكًا:: يَا لَيْلَةً هَيَّجَتْ لَيْلَاتِي إحْدَى لَيَالِيَ الْقَسِيَّاتِ وَمَا أُقَاسِي مِنْ هُمُومٍ وَمَا عَالَجْتُ مِنْ رُزْءِ الْمَنِيَّاتِ إذَا تَذَكَّرْتُ أَخِي نَوْفَلًا ذَكَّرَنِي بِالْأَوَّلِيَّاتِ ذَكَّرَنِي بِالْأُزُرِ الْحُمْرِ وَالْأَرْدِيَةِ الصُّفْرِ الْقَشِيبَاتِ أَرْبَعَةٌ كُلُّهُمْ سَيِّدُ أَبْنَاءِ سَادَاتٍ لِسَادَاتِ مَيْتٌ بِرَدْمَانَ وَمَيْتٌ بِسَلْمَانَ وَمَيِّتٌ عِنْدَ غَزَّاتِ وَمَيِّتٌ أُسْكِنَ لَحْدًا لَدَى الْمَحْجُوبِ شَرْقِيِّ الْبُنَيَّاتِ أَخْلَصُهُمْ عَبْدُ مَنَافٍ فَهُمْ مِنْ لَوْمِ مَنْ لَامَ بِمَنْجَاةِ إنَّ الْمُغِيرَاتِ وَأَبْنَاءَهَا مِنْ خَيْرِ أَحْيَاءٍ وَأَمْوَاتِ وَكَانَ اسْمُ عَبْدِ مَنَافٍ الْمُغِيرَةَ، وَكَانَ أَوَّلَ بَنِي عَبْدِ مَنَافٍ هُلْكًا هَاشِمٌ، بِغَزَّةَ مِنْ أَرْضِ الشَّامِ، ثُمَّ عَبْدَ شَمْسٍ بِمَكَّةَ، ثُمَّ الْمُطَّلِبَ بِرَدْمَانَ مِنْ أَرْضِ الْيَمَنِ ثُمَّ نَوْفَلًا بِسَلْمَانَ مِنْ نَاحِيَةِ الْعِرَاقِ. فَقِيلَ لِمَطْرُودِ - فِيمَا يَزْعُمُونَ -: لَقَدْ قُلْتَ فَأَحْسَنْتَ، وَلَوْ كَانَ أَفْحَلَ مِمَّا قُلْتَ كَانَ أَحْسَنَ؛ فَقَالَ: أَنْظِرْنِي لَيَالِيَ، فَمَكَثَ أَيَّامًا، ثُمَّ قَالَ: يَا عَيْنُ جُوى وَأَذْرِي الدَّمْعَ وَانْهَمِرِي وَابْكِي عَلَى السِّرِّ مِنْ كَعْبِ الْمُغِيرَاتِ يَا عَيْنُ وَاسْحَنْفِرِي بِالدَّمْعِ وَاحْتَفِلِي وَابْكِي خَبِيئَةَ نَفْسِي فِي الْمُلِمَّاتِ وَابْكِي عَلَى كُلِّ فَيَّاضٍ أَخِي ثِقَةٍ ضَخْمِ الدَّسِيعَةِ وَهَّابِ الْجَزِيلَاتِ مَحْضِ الضَّرِيبَةِ عَالِي الْهَمِّ مُخْتَلِقٌ جَلْدِ النَّحِيزَةِ نَاءٍ بِالْعَظِيمَاتِ صَعْبِ الْبَدِيهَةِ لَا نِكْسٍ وَلَا وَكِلٍ مَاضِي الْعَزِيمَةِ مِتْلَافِ الْكَرِيمَاتِ صَقْرٍ تَوَسَّطَ مِنْ كَعْبٍ إذَا نُسِبُوا بُحْبُوحَةَ الْمَجْدِ وَالشُّمِّ الرَّفِيعَاتِ ثُمَّ اُنْدُبِي الْفَيْضَ وَالْفَيَّاضَ مُطَّلِبًا وَاسْتَخْرِطِي بَعْدَ فَيْضَاتٍ بِجُمَّاتِ أَمْسَى بِرَدْمَانَ عَنَّا الْيَوْمَ مُغْتَرِبًا يَا لَهْفَ نَفْسِي عَلَيْهِ بَيْنَ أَمْوَاتِ وَابْكِي لَكَ الْوَيْلُ إمَّا كُنْتِ بَاكِيَةً لِعَبْدِ شَمْسٍ بِشَرْقِيِّ الْبُنَيَّاتِ وَهَاشِمٍ فِي ضَرِيحٍ وَسْطَ بَلْقَعَةٍ تَسْفَى الرِّيَاحُ عَلَيْهِ بَيْنَ غَزَّاتِ وَنَوْفَلٌ كَانَ دُونَ الْقَوْمِ خَالِصَتِي أَمْسَى بِسَلْمَانَ فِي رَمْسٍ بِمَوْمَاةِ لَمْ أَلْقَ مِثْلَهُمْ عُجْمًا وَلَا عَرَبًا إذَا اسْتَقَلَّتْ بِهِمْ أُدْمُ الْمَطِيَّاتِ أَمْسَتْ دِيَارُهُمْ مِنْهُمْ مُعَطَّلَةً وَقَدْ يَكُونُونَ زَيْنًا فِي السَّرِيَّاتِ أَفْنَاهُمْ الدَّهْرُ أَمْ كَلَّتْ سُيُوفُهُمْ أَمْ كُلُّ مَنْ عَاشٍ أَزْوَادُ الْمَنِيَّاتِ أَصْبَحْتُ أَرْضَى مِنْ الْأَقْوَامِ بَعْدَهُمْ بَسْطَ الْوُجُوهِ وَإِلْقَاءَ التَّحِيَّاتِ يَا عَيْنُ فَابْكِي أَبَا الشُّعْثِ الشَّجِيَّاتِ يَبْكِينَهُ حُسَّرًا مِثْلَ الْبَلِيَّاتِ يَبْكِينَ أَكْرَمَ مَنْ يَمْشِي عَلَى قَدَمٍ يُعْوِلْنَهُ بِدُمُوعٍ بَعْدَ عَبَرَاتِ يَبْكِينَ شَخْصًا طَوِيلَ الْبَاعِ ذَا فَجَرٍ آبِي الْهَضِيمَةِ فَرَّاجِ الْجَلِيلَاتِ يَبْكِينَ عَمْرَو الْعُلَا إذْ حَانَ مَصْرَعُهُ سَمْحَ السَّجِيَّةِ بَسَّامَ الْعَشِيَّاتِ يَبْكِينَهُ مُسْتَكِينَاتٍ عَلَى حَزَنٍ يَا طُولَ ذَلِكَ مِنْ حُزْنٍ وَعَوْلَاتٍ يَبْكِينَ لَمَّا جَلَّاهُنَّ الزَّمَانُ لَهُ خُضْرُ الْخُدُودِ كَأَمْثَالِ الْحَمِيَّاتِ مُحْتَزِمَاتٍ عَلَى أَوْسَاطِهِنَّ لِمَا جَرَّ الزَّمَانُ مِنْ أَحْدَاثِ الْمُصِيبَاتِ أَبِيتُ لَيْلِي أُرَاعِي النَّجْمَ مِنْ أَلَمٍ أَبْكِي وَتَبْكِي مَعِي شَجْوِي بُنَيَّاتِي مَا فِي الْقُرُومِ لَهُمْ عِدْلٌ وَلَا خَطَرٌ وَلَا لِمَنْ تَرَكُوا شَرْوَى بَقِيَّاتِ أَبْنَاؤُهُمْ خَيْرُ أَبْنَاءٍ وَأَنْفُسُهُمْ خَيْرُ النُّفُوسِ لَدَى جَهْدِ الْأَلِيَّاتِ كَمْ وَهَبُوا مِنْ طِمِرٍّ سَابِحٍ أَرِنٍ وَمِنْ طِمِرَّةٍ نَهْبٍ فِي طِمِرَّاتِ وَمِنْ سُيُوفٍ مِنْ الْهِنْدِيِّ مُخْلَصَةٍ وَمِنْ رِمَاحٍ كَأَشْطَانِ الرَّكِيَّاتِ وَمِنْ تَوَابِعِ مِمَّا يُفْضِلُونَ بِهَا عِنْدَ الْمَسَائِلِ مِنْ بَذْلِ الْعَطِيَّاتِ فَلَوْ حَسَبْتُ وَأَحْصَى الْحَاسِبُونَ مَعِي لَمْ أَقْضِ أَفَعَالَهُمْ تَلِكَ الْهَنِيَّاتِ هُمْ الْمُدِلُّونَ إمَّا مَعْشَرٌ فَخَرُّوا عِنْدَ الْفَخَّارِ بِأَنْسَابٍ نَقِيَّاتٍ زَيْنُ الْبُيُوتِ الَّتِي خَلَّوْا مَسَاكِنَهَا فَأَصْبَحَتْ مِنْهُمْ وَحْشًا خَلِيَّاتٍ أَقُولُ وَالْعَيْنُ لَا تَرْقَا مَدَامِعُهَا لَا يُبْعِدُ اللَّهُ أَصْحَابَ الرَّزِيَّاتِ قَالَ ابْنُ هِشَامٍ: الْفَجْرُ: الْعَطَاءُ. قَالَ أَبُو خِرَاشٍ الْهُذَلِيُّ:: عَجَّفَ أَضْيَافِي جَمِيلُ بْنُ مَعْمَرٍ بِذِي فَجَرٍ تَأْوِي إلَيْهِ الْأَرَامِلُ قَالَ ابْنُ إسْحَاقَ: أَبُو الشُّعْثِ الشَّجِيَّاتِ: هَاشِمُ بْنُ عَبْدِ مَنَافٍ
Translation
✧: The pilgrims thirsted after al-Muṭṭalib—after the bowls and the flowing drink. Would that Quraysh after him were in hardship. And Maṭrūd b. Kaʿb al-Khuzāʿī said, weeping for al-Muṭṭalib and for all the sons of ʿAbd Manāf when the news of Nawfal b. ʿAbd Manāf's death reached him—and Nawfal was the last of them to perish:: O night that stirred my nights—one of the hard, toilsome nights! And what I endure of cares, and what I have suffered of the loss of deaths, when I remember my brother Nawfal, he reminds me of the first ones. He reminds me of the red loincloths and the yellow, new-burnished mantles. Four—each of them a lord, sons of lords for lords: one dead in Radmān, one dead in Salmān, one dead near Ghazzah, and one dead placed in a side grave at al-Maḥjūb, east of al-Bunayyāt. The purest of them was ʿAbd Manāf; they are safe from the blame of any blamer. Indeed al-Mughīrāt and their sons are among the best of the living and the dead. The name of ʿAbd Manāf was al-Mughīrah. The first of the sons of ʿAbd Manāf to perish was Hāshim, at Ghazzah in the land of Syria; then ʿAbd Shams at Makkah; then al-Muṭṭalib at Radmān in the land of Yemen; then Nawfal at Salmān on the side of Iraq. It was said to Maṭrūd—as they claim—: You have spoken and done well, and had it been more excellent than what you said, it would have been better. He said: Give me some nights' respite. He stayed some days, then said: O eye, with grief shed tears and pour them forth, and weep for the hidden one of Kaʿb, al-Mughīrāt. O eye, flow freely with tears and be copious, and weep for the innermost of my soul in calamities. And weep for every overflowing giver, a brother of trust, huge of gift, bestower of abundant things; pure of nature, lofty of aspiration, formed—firm of disposition, bearing the great burdens; sudden in onset, not weak or reliant on others, penetrating of resolve, destroyer of precious things; a falcon that took the center from Kaʿb when they trace lineage: the very midst of glory and the high summits. Then lament the overflowing one and the most overflowing, Muṭṭalib, and weep violently after torrents, with floods. Today he is at Radmān, far from us, a stranger; O grief of my soul for him among the dead! And weep—woe to you if you are a weeper—for ʿAbd Shams at the east of al-Bunayyāt, and for Hāshim in a grave in the midst of a desolate land, the winds blowing dust over him near Ghazzah. And Nawfal—he was, apart from the people, my special one—is at Salmān in a tomb in a waterless desert. I have not met their like among non-Arabs or Arabs when the dark camels rise with them. Their abodes have become empty of them, though they used to be an ornament in the companies. Did time annihilate them, or did their swords grow blunt, or is every living person provision of deaths? After them I have come to accept, from the peoples, open faces and the giving of greetings. O eye, weep for Abū al-Shuʿth, the sorrowful women—they weep for him unveiled, like the afflicted ones. They weep for the most generous of those who walk on foot; they wail for him with tears after sobs. They weep for a person tall of reach, possessed of generosity, refusing humiliation, dispeller of great affairs. They weep for ʿAmr al-ʿUlā when his fall came—generous of nature, smiling in the evenings. They weep for him in abasement, in grief—how long that grief and wailing! They weep, when time exposed them to him, with green cheeks like the heated ones, girding their waists because of what time brought of the events of calamities. I pass my night watching the stars from pain; I weep, and my little daughters weep with me in my sorrow. There is no equal or match for those stallions among the chiefs, nor for what they left any equivalent of the remnants. Their sons are the best of sons, and their souls are the best of souls in the strain of oaths. How often did they give of a swift, bounding, lively horse, and of a spirited mare, spoil among spoils; and of Indian swords of pure quality, and of spears like the ropes of wells; and of gifts that they bestowed as surplus at times of asking, in the giving of donations. If I were to count, and the counters counted with me, I would not finish recounting those deeds of theirs, those pleasant things. They are the boasters—when a people boasts, they excel in boasting with pure lineages—the ornament of the houses whose dwellings they left empty, which have become, after them, desolate and vacant. I say, while the eye's tears do not cease: May God not cast far away the people of calamities. Ibn Hishām said: al-fajr means giving. Abū Khirāsh al-Hudhalī said:: My guests were made lean by Jamīl b. Maʿmar at a place of giving where widows take shelter. Ibn Isḥāq said: Abū al-Shuʿth, the sorrowful women, is Hāshim b. ʿAbd Manāf.
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