ساعةُ الميعاد
بقلم الشاعر: مصطفى يوسف إسماعيل القشلان
آه يا وهابُ، يا من خلقتَ العِبرةَ بالكتابِ
فجسَّدتَ لنا فرعونَ في المهدِ، فعرفنا الخسيسَ بين العبادِ
وظنَّ يومًا أنَّه هادمُ الكتابِ
فسبحانَ من سخَّرَ لنا الثعبانَ
فأنطقَه يومًا على أهلِ الكفرِ
وقُتِّلَ الأنبياءُ، فيا مُهوِّنَ الصبرِ
نلنا ما نلنا من حبٍّ
وأعطيتَنا كلَّ ما في الكتابِ
فسخَّرتَ لنا العلمَ، فعرفنا
من قتلَ عيسى في المهدِ
وعرفنا محمدًا، ومن كان منه خسيسًا بين العبادِ
فعلمنا أنَّ اليومَ يومُ الميعادِ
بغاءٌ وفحشاءٌ وتهديدٌ للرجالِ
ونساءٌ عارياتٌ، وحكّامٌ بلا لجامِ
وقتلٌ ومرجونَ، والدنيا أصبحتْ سِجالًا
فسبحانَ مُسخِّرِ الأحوالِ
وسبحانَ الساعةِ، فلقد فاتَ الأوانُ
حبٌّ ونكرانٌ، وخذلانُ إخوانِ
ومالٌ وليٌّ، وليسَ في الحسبانِ
وقطعُ الأرحامِ، فأينَ العدلُ والإحسانُ؟
يُقاسُ اليومَ كما قالَ القرآنُ
والسعةُ ألفُ قرنٍ في عصرِ المسيخِ الدجّالِ
وأصبحنا نحيا وننامُ على عينٍ بلا حُسبانِ
فرقةُ الوردةِ بلا أغصانِ
فسبحانَ مولانا، لقد فاتَ الأوانُ
وأصبحنا بلا شهادةٍ أو شفيعٍ
فنُعدمُ الحقَّ، ويصبحُ الضريرُ في خبرِ كانَ
ويصيرُ صاحبُ الحقِّ مُدانًا
حتى يصلَ إلى الإعدامِ
فكانَ الميزانُ والطغيانُ
كما كانَ في عصرِ الرومانِ
فنسوا أنَّهم كانوا يومًا
وأصبحوا في خبرِ كانَ
قيامًا وقعودًا، وجحودًا ووعودًا
والأرضُ أصبحتْ رهنَ الزمانِ
وصارتِ العذراءُ ملاذًا للصبيانِ
أولادِ الطرقاتِ والعصيانِ
وأصبحَ عيسى في خبرِ كانَ
وأهلُ محمدٍ يسبِّحونَ
وينتظرونَ رحمةَ الرحمنِ
فسبحانَك، أنتَ مولى الأرضِ
فدعوةُ مسكينٍ غلبانِ
عندَ ربِّه، حدُّ السيفِ والبركانِ
وأهلُ الفيلِ ينتظرونَ حمامَ البركانِ
فسبحانَك وبركانَك
وجندَك في الأرضِ
على مرِّ الزمانِ
The Hour of Destiny
By the Poet: Mustafa Youssef Ismail Al-Qashlan
Oh, Bestower, You who created the lesson within the Book,
and manifested Pharaoh for us in the cradle, revealing the vile one among mankind.
He thought one day that he could destroy the Book,
but glory be to the One who subjected the serpent to us,
so that one day it spoke against the people of disbelief,
while the prophets were killed.
O You who make patience easy,
we received what we received from love,
and You gave us all that is within the Book.
You subjected knowledge to us,
so we came to know who killed Jesus in the cradle,
and we came to know Muhammad
and who among his people was vile among mankind.
Then You taught us that today is the Day of Destiny:
obscenity and immorality, threats against men,
and naked women, rulers without restraint,
killing and turmoil,
while the world has become a battlefield.
Glory be to the One who controls all circumstances,
and glory be to the Hour.
For the time has passed—
love, denial, betrayal of brothers,
wealth becoming a master,
and the severing of family ties without consideration.
Where is justice and righteousness?
Today it is measured as the Qur’an has said,
and a thousand years pass in the age of the Antichrist.
We have come to live and sleep
with an eye watching without reckoning,
like a rose without branches.
Glory be to Your birth,
for the time has passed,
and we have become without testimony or intercession.
Truth has been destroyed,
and the blind man has become a thing of the past.
The rightful owner became accused
until he reached execution.
Thus came the balance and the tyranny,
as it was in the age of the Romans.
They forgot that they once existed,
and they became a thing of the past.
Standing and sitting, denial and promises—
the earth has become hostage to time.
The virgin has become a refuge for boys,
the children of the roads and disobedience.
Jesus became a thing of the past,
while the people of Muhammad glorify God
and await the mercy of the Most Merciful.
Glory be to You,
You are the Master of the earth.
This is the prayer of a poor, helpless soul
before its Lord, at the edge of the sword and the volcano.
And the people of the Elephant await
the bath of the volcano.
Glory be to You,
and to Your volcano,
and to Your soldiers upon the earth
throughout the passage of time.
