وَزْن Wazn
استغفر الله في أمني واوجالي
I seek God's forgiveness in my safety and my fearsذكاء اصطناعي AI
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هذا النص بالإنجليزية فقط — لا تتوفر لدينا نسخة عربية منه.
Blind and frail in his home in Ma'arra, the aging polymath Al-Ma'arri reflects on his own spiritual shortcomings while confronting a miraculous deliverance from violence. After surviving a sinister assassination attempt orchestrated by a political enemy—where fifty armed horsemen sent to arrest him were suddenly crushed by the collapse of his guesthouse—he dictates these verses to reaffirm his piety, defend his lifelong asceticism, and entrust his fate to divine protection rather than worldly power.
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السياق The story
وشى وزير محمود بن صالح صاحب حلب بأبي العلاء المعري، فأمر الملك بإحضاره وبعث خمسين فارساً لحمله. نزل الفرسان دار الضيافة، فقضى المعري ليلته متهجداً متضرعاً بكلمات، فوقعت الدار عليهم فقتلتهم، ثم جاء الخبر من حلب بأن الحمام وقع على الوزير أيضاً، فأنشد المعري هذه القصيدة.
المصدر: الموسوعة الشعرية — دائرة الثقافة والسياحة، أبوظبي Source: The Poetry Encyclopedia — Department of Culture and Tourism, Abu Dhabi
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النص Poem text
I ask God's pardon for my security and my fears, / for my heedlessness and the succession of my poor deeds.
They said, 'You have grown old and never trod the path to Tihama, / neither among walking pilgrims nor riders upon pack-camels.'
I said, 'I am blind, and those who possess sound judgment / have seen paths for men like me other than the mandatory Hajj.'
My grandfather did not make pilgrimage, nor did my father or brother, / nor my cousin, and my maternal uncle never knew Mina.'
Yet others will fulfill it for them as a duty after they have departed— / a folk who will perform the rites for me after I pass away.
If they win forgiveness, may I triumph along with them; / otherwise, I am one who roasts in a fire like theirs.
I do not desire any bliss in which they have no share, / for they are my kindred and my peers.
Shall I conceal this if my reckoning is shielded, / or will the decree demand my reprimand and questioning?
Who will grant me the divine pleasure that I invoke so He may have mercy, / that I may not call out like those who are my peers among the faithless?
They spent the night plotting my death while their desires took shape, / and I spent it with them never crossing my mind at all.
They nocked arrows for me from their quivers, / but I awoke miles away from where their strikes could reach.
What do you suppose when my soldiers are angels, / and their soldiers are caught between idle gossip and worldly talk?
I met them with the staff of Moses, which denied / Pharaoh his kingdom and rescued the family of Israel.
I stand through the fifth part of the night and fast the whole year through, / and I are persistently mindful of God at dawn and dusk.
Only two festive days of feasting did I break my fast during this year that came: / the Festival of Sacrifice followed by the festival of Shawwal.
While the ignorant compete in fine garments, / you see me with rough cotton as my only cloak.
Not every creature of the world leaves a lasting mark; / I fear only the consequence of my evil deeds and my wealth.
I worship God without hoping for His reward, / but rather out of devotion to His nobility and majesty.
I preserve my religion from any hoped-for bounty, / unlike those peoples whose worship is traded for worldly stipends.
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