Sirat Ibn Hisham 897
What poetry was recited about the day of Badr
[ شِعْرُ ضِرَارٍ فِي رِثَاءِ أَبِي جَهْلٍ ] وَقَالَ ضِرَارُ بْنُ الْخَطَّابِ الْفِهْرِيُّ يَرْثِي أَبَا جَهْلٍ: أَلَا مَنْ لَعَيْنٍ بَاتَتْ اللَّيْلَ لَمْ تَنَمْ تُرَاقِبُ نَجْمًا فِي سَوَادٍ مِنْ الظُّلَمْ كَأَنَّ قَذًى فِيهَا وَلَيْسَ بِهَا قَذًى سِوَى عَبْرَةٍ مِنْ جَائِلِ الدَّمْعِ تَنْسَجِمْ فَبَلِّغْ قُرَيْشًا أَنَّ خَيْرَ نَدِيِّهَا وَأَكْرَمَ مَنْ يَمْشِي بِسَاقٍ عَلَى قَدَمْ ثَوَى يَوْمَ بَدْرٍ رَهْنَ خَوْصَاءَ رَهْنُهَا كَرِيمُ الْمَسَاعِي غَيْرُ وَغْدٍ وَلَا بَرَمْ فَآلَيْتُ لَا تَنْفَكُّ عَيْنَيَّ بِعَبْرَةٍ عَلَى هَالِكٍ بَعْدَ الرَّئِيسِ أَبِي الْحَكَمْ عَلَى هَالِكٍ أَشْجَى لُؤَيَّ بْنَ غَالِبٍ أَتَتْهُ الْمَنَايَا يَوْمَ بَدْرٍ فَلَمْ يَرِمْ تَرَى كِسَرَ الْخَطَّيَّ فِي نَحْرِ مُهْرِهِ لَدَى بَائِنٍ مِنْ لَحْمِهِ بَيْنَهَا خِذَمْ وَمَا كَانَ لَيْثٌ سَاكِنٌ بَطْنَ بِيشَةٍ لَدَى غَلَلٍ يَجْرِي بِبَطْحَاءَ فِي أَجَمْ بِأَجْرَأَ مِنْهُ حِينَ تَخْتَلِفُ الْقَنَا وَتُدْعَى نَزَالِ فِي الْقَمَاقِمَةِ الْبُهَمْ فَلَا تَجْزَعُوا آلَ الْمُغِيرَةِ وَاصْبِرُوا عَلَيْهِ وَمَنْ يَجْزَعْ عَلَيْهِ فَلَمْ يُلَمْ وَجِدُّوا فَإِنَّ الْمَوْتَ مَكْرُمَةٌ لَكُمْ وَمَا بَعْدَهُ فِي آخِرِ الْعَيْشِ مِنْ نَدَمْ وَقَدْ قُلْتُ إنَّ الرِّيحَ طَيِّبَةٌ لَكُمْ وَعِزَّ الْمَقَامِ غَيْرُ شَكٍّ لِذِي فَهَمْ قَالَ ابْنُ هِشَامٍ: وَبَعْضُ أَهْلِ الْعِلْمِ بِالشِّعْرِ يُنْكِرُهَا لِضِرَارٍ
Translation
✧ [Poem of Dirar in mourning Abu Jahl] Dirar b. al-Khattab al-Fihri said, mourning Abu Jahl: Alas, for an eye that spent the night sleepless, Watching a star in the blackness of darkness. As if there were grit in it, though no grit is there, Save a tear from wandering, streaming down. So inform Quraysh that the best of its assembly, And the noblest who walks on a shank upon a foot, Lay low on the day of Badr, a pledge of a dark-eyed she-camel, Whose pledge is noble in endeavors, no lowly wretch nor weak. I swore my eye would not cease to weep For a perished one after the chief Abu al-Hakam. For a perished one who grieved Lu'ayy b. Ghalib, The fates came to him on the day of Badr, and he did not flinch. You see shards of Khatti spears in the chest of his colt, By a gaping wound of his flesh, among them pieces. No lion dwelling in the belly of Bisha, By a thicket running in the valley in the reed-beds, Was bolder than he when spears clash, And "Come down!" is called among the helmeted, the throng. So do not despair, O clan of al-Mughirah, and be patient For him; and whoever despairs for him is not blamed. And strive, for death is an honor for you, And after it in the rest of life there is no regret. I have said: the wind is favorable for you, And the might of the station is without doubt for one of understanding. Ibn Hisham said: Some scholars of poetry deny that these verses are by Dirar.
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