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وُلِدَ الهُدى فَالكائِناتُ ضِياءُ — وَفَمُ الزَمانِ تَبَسُّمٌ وَثَناءُ

الروحُ وَالمَلَأُ المَلائِكُ حَولَهُ — لِلدينِ وَالدُنيا بِهِ بُشَراءُ

وَالعَرشُ يَزهو وَالحَظيرَةُ تَزدَهي — وَالمُنتَهى وَالسِدرَةُ العَصماءُ

وَالوَحيُ يَقطُرُ سَلسَلًا مِن سَلسَلٍ — وَاللَوحُ وَالقَلَمُ البَديعُ رُواءُ

يا خَيرَ مَن جاءَ الوُجودَ تَحِيَّةً — مِن مُرسَلينَ إِلى الهُدى بِكَ جاؤوا

بِكَ بَشَّرَ اللَهُ السَماءَ فَزُيِّنَت — وَتَضَوَّعَت مِسكًا بِكَ الغَبراءُ

يَومٌ يَتيهُ عَلى الزَمانِ صَباحُهُ — وَمَساؤُهُ بِمُحَمَّدٍ وَضّاءُ

يوحى إِلَيكَ الفَوزُ في ظُلُماتِهِ — مُتَتابِعًا تُجلى بِهِ الظَلماءُ

وَالآيُ تَترى وَالخَوارِقُ جَمَّةٌ — جِبريلُ رَوّاحٌ بِها غَدّاءُ

دينٌ يُشَيَّدُ آيَةً في آيَةٍ — لَبِناتُهُ السوراتُ وَالأَضواءُ

الحَقُّ فيهِ هُوَ الأَساسُ وَكَيفَ لا — وَاللَهُ جَلَّ جَلالُهُ البَنّاءُ

بِكَ يا ابنَ عَبدِ اللَهِ قامَت سَمحَةٌ — بِالحَقِّ مِن مِلَلِ الهُدى غَرّاءُ

بُنِيَت عَلى التَوحيدِ وَهيَ حَقيقَةٌ — نادى بِها سُقراطُ وَالقُدَماءُ

وَمَشى عَلى وَجهِ الزَمانِ بِنورِها — كُهّانُ وادي النيلِ وَالعُرَفاءُ

اللَهُ فَوقَ الخَلقِ فيها وَحدَهُ — وَالناسُ تَحتَ لِوائِها أَكفاءُ

وَالدينُ يُسرٌ وَالخِلافَةُ بَيعَةٌ — وَالأَمرُ شورى وَالحُقوقُ قَضاءُ

الاِشتِراكِيّونَ أَنتَ إِمامُهُم — لَولا دَعاوى القَومِ وَالغُلَواءُ

داوَيتَ مُتَّئِدًا وَداوَوا طَفرَةً — وَأَخَفُّ مِن بَعضِ الدَواءِ الداءُ

الحَربُ في حَقٍّ لَدَيكَ شَريعَةٌ — وَمِنَ السُمومِ الناقِعاتِ دَواءُ

وَالبِرُّ عِندَكَ ذِمَّةٌ وَفَريضَةٌ — لا مِنَّةٌ مَمنونَةٌ وَجَباءُ

جاءَت فَوَحَّدَتِ الزَكاةُ سَبيلَهُ — حَتّى التَقى الكُرَماءُ وَالبُخَلاءُ

أَنصَفَت أَهلَ الفَقرِ مِن أَهلِ الغِنى — فَالكُلُّ في حَقِّ الحَياةِ سَواءُ

يا مَن لَهُ الأَخلاقُ ما تَهوى العُلا — مِنها وَما يَتَعَشَّقُ الكُبَراءُ

زانَتكَ في الخُلُقِ العَظيمِ شَمائِلٌ — يُغرى بِهِنَّ وَيولَعُ الكُرَماءُ

فَإِذا سَخَوتَ بَلَغتَ بِالجودِ المَدى — وَفَعَلتَ ما لا تَفعَلُ الأَنواءُ

وَإِذا عَفَوتَ فَقادِرًا وَمُقَدَّرًا — لا يَستَهينُ بِعَفوِكَ الجُهَلاءُ

وَإِذا رَحِمتَ فَأَنتَ أُمٌّ أَو أَبٌ — هَذانِ في الدُنيا هُما الرُحَماءُ

وَإِذا خَطَبتَ فَلِلمَنابِرِ هِزَّةٌ — تَعرو النَدِيَّ وَلِلقُلوبِ بُكاءُ

وَإِذا أَخَذتَ العَهدَ أَو أَعطَيتَهُ — فَجَميعُ عَهدِكَ ذِمَّةٌ وَوَفاءُ

يا مَن لَهُ عِزُّ الشَفاعَةِ وَحدَهُ — وَهوَ المُنَزَّهُ ما لَهُ شُفَعاءُ

لي في مَديحِكَ يا رَسولُ عَرائِسٌ — تُيِّمنَ فيكَ وَشاقَهُنَّ جَلاءُ

هُنَّ الحِسانُ فَإِن قَبِلتَ تَكَرُّمًا — فَمُهورُهُنَّ شَفاعَةٌ حَسناءُ

ما جِئتُ بابَكَ مادِحًا بَل داعِيًا — وَمِنَ المَديحِ تَضَرُّعٌ وَدُعاءُ

أَدعوكَ عَن قَومي الضِعافِ لِأَزمَةٍ — في مِثلِها يُلقى عَلَيكَ رَجاءُ

Wulida l-huda fa-l-ka'inatu diya'u — wa-famu z-zamani tabassumun wa-thana'u

Ar-ruhu wa-l-mala'u l-mala'iku hawlahu — li-d-dini wa-d-dunya bihi bushara'u

Wa-l-'arshu yazhu wa-l-haziratu tazdahi — wa-l-muntaha wa-s-sidratu l-'asma'u

Wa-l-wahyu yaqturu salsalan min salsalin — wa-l-lawhu wa-l-qalamu l-badi'u ruwa'u

Ya khayra man ja'a l-wujuda tahiyyatan — min mursalina ila l-huda bika ja'u

Bika bashshara llahu s-sama'a fa-zuyyinat — wa-tadawwa'at miskan bika l-ghabra'u

Yawmun yatihu 'ala z-zamani sabahuhu — wa-masa'uhu bi-Muhammadin wadda'u

Yuha ilayka l-fawzu fi zulumatihi — mutatabi'an tujla bihi z-zalma'u

Wa-l-ayu tatra wa-l-khawariqu jammatun — Jibrilu rawwahun biha ghadda'u

Dinun yushayyadu ayatan fi ayatin — labinatuhu s-suratu wa-l-adwa'u

Al-haqqu fihi huwa l-asasu wa-kayfa la — wa-llahu jalla jalaluhu l-banna'u

Bika ya bna 'Abdi llahi qamat samhatun — bi-l-haqqi min milali l-huda gharra'u

Buniyat 'ala t-tawhidi wa-hya haqiqatun — nada biha Suqratu wa-l-qudama'u

Wa-masha 'ala wajhi z-zamani bi-nuriha — kuhhanu wadi n-nili wa-l-'urafa'u

Allahu fawqa l-khalqi fiha wahdahu — wa-n-nasu tahta liwa'iha akfa'u

Wa-d-dinu yusrun wa-l-khilafatu bay'atun — wa-l-amru shura wa-l-huququ qada'u

Al-ishtirakiyyuna anta imamuhum — lawla da'awa l-qawmi wa-l-ghulawa'u

Dawayta mutta'idan wa-dawaw tafratan — wa-akhaffu min ba'di d-dawa'i d-da'u

Al-harbu fi haqqin ladayka shari'atun — wa-mina s-sumumi n-naqi'ati dawa'u

Wa-l-birru 'indaka dhimmatun wa-faridatun — la minnatun mamnunatun wa-jaba'u

Ja'at fa-wahhadati z-zakatu sabilahu — hatta ltaqa l-kurama'u wa-l-bukhala'u

Ansafat ahla l-faqri min ahli l-ghina — fa-l-kullu fi haqqi l-hayati sawa'u

Ya man lahu l-akhlaqu ma tahwa l-'ula — minha wa-ma yata'ashshaqu l-kubara'u

Zanatka fi l-khuluqi l-'azimi shama'ilu — yughra bihinna wa-yula'u l-kurama'u

Fa-idha sakhawta balaghta bi-l-judi l-mada — wa-fa'alta ma la taf'alu l-anwa'u

Wa-idha 'afawta fa-qadiran wa-muqaddaran — la yastahinu bi-'afwika l-juhala'u

Wa-idha rahimta fa-anta ummun aw abun — hadhani fi d-dunya huma r-ruhama'u

Wa-idha khatabta fa-li-l-manabiri hizzatun — ta'ru n-nadiyya wa-li-l-qulubi buka'u

Wa-idha akhadhta l-'ahda aw a'taytahu — fa-jami'u 'ahdika dhimmatun wa-wafa'u

Ya man lahu 'izzu sh-shafa'ati wahdahu — wa-hwa l-munazzahu ma lahu shufa'a'u

Li fi madihika ya rasulu 'ara'isu — tuyyimna fika wa-shaqahunna jala'u

Hunna l-hisanu fa-in qabilta takarruman — fa-muhuruhunna shafa'atun hasna'u

Ma ji'tu babaka madihan bal da'iyan — wa-mina l-madihi tadarru'un wa-du'a'u

Ad'uka 'an qawmi d-di'afi li-azmatin — fi mithliha yulqa 'alayka raja'u

The Guide is born, and all creation is radiance — and the mouth of time is a smile and a song of praise

The Spirit and the host of angels surround him — bearers of glad tidings, to faith and to the world

The Throne exults and the sacred precinct glows — with the utmost boundary and the inviolate Lote Tree

Revelation drips, spring-water out of spring-water — and the Tablet and the wondrous Pen stand beautiful

O best of all who ever came into existence, a greeting — from the messengers, who came to guidance through you

With you God gave the heavens glad tidings, and they were adorned — and through you the dusty earth breathed musk

A day whose morning walks proud over all of time — and whose evening, through Muhammad, blazes with light

Triumph is revealed to you within its darkness — verse upon verse, until the gloom is driven back

The signs come one upon another, the wonders abound — Gabriel arriving with them at dusk and at dawn

A faith built upward, verse set into verse — its building-blocks the suras, and its mortar light

Truth in it is the very foundation — and how not — when God, majestic in His majesty, is the builder

Through you, O son of Abdullah, there arose a gracious creed — radiant with truth among the paths of guidance

Founded upon the oneness of God — a truth — that Socrates and the ancients had once proclaimed

And by whose light there walked across the face of time — the priests of the Nile valley and the seers

In it God alone stands above creation — and beneath its banner all people stand as equals

Religion is ease, the caliphate a freely sworn compact — affairs are counsel, and rights are binding law

The socialists — you would be their imam — were it not for the slogans of the crowd and their excess

You healed with patience; they would heal at one wild leap — and some diseases weigh less than their cure

War, in a just cause, is in your code legitimate — even from the deadliest poisons medicine is drawn

And charity with you is a covenant and a duty — not a favor grudgingly granted, and not a tax

Almsgiving came and made its practice a single road — on which the generous and the miserly finally meet

It did the people of poverty justice against the rich — for in the right to life all stand the same

O you whose character holds all that eminence desires — and everything the great fall in love with

In your tremendous nature shine such qualities — as captivate the noble and hold them spellbound

When you give, your bounty reaches the farthest horizon — and does what the rain-bearing stars cannot do

When you forgive, it is from power, and with measure — no fool mistakes your pardon for weakness

When you show mercy, you are a mother or a father — the two most merciful beings this world knows

When you preach, a tremor takes hold of the pulpits — runs through the assembly, and hearts break into weeping

And when you take a pledge, or give your own — your every covenant is sacred trust and faithfulness

O you to whom alone belongs the glory of interceding — before the Transcendent One, who needs no intercessors

I keep in your praise, O Messenger, brides of verse — lovesick for you, and longing to be unveiled

They are fair ones; and should you graciously accept them — their bride-price is a beautiful intercession

I have not come to your door to flatter, but to plead — for part of praise is supplication and prayer

I call upon you for my weakened people, in a crisis — of the kind in which all hope is laid on you

What this song means

“The Guide is born, and all creation is radiance.” Few opening lines in modern Arabic poetry are as instantly recognizable as the first bayt of Ahmed Shawqi’s nabawi hamziyya — and since 1949, when Umm Kulthum sang it for the Prophet’s birthday in Riad al-Sunbati’s setting, the line has effectively been the anthem of the mawlid across the Arab world. The song completed a trilogy: after “Salou Qalbi” and “Nahj al-Burda” in 1946, this was the third and last of the great Shawqi qasidas she recorded with Sunbati, and in some ways the most daring.

The poem answers al-Busiri’s medieval Hamziyya as “Nahj al-Burda” had answered his Burda — every verse closing on the same long-vowelled hamza, a rhyme that rings like a struck bell. From Shawqi’s long original Umm Kulthum sang thirty-four verses, and the selection shows what she and Sunbati wanted the evening to be: not a narrative of the Prophet’s life but a cosmology, an argument, and finally a plea. The birth is announced from the top of the universe downward — the Throne exulting, the Lote Tree of the Utmost Boundary trembling, the earth breathing musk — before the poem descends into history and revelation, Gabriel shuttling between heaven and the cave “at dusk and at dawn.”

Then comes the section that no other singer of her stature would have touched. Shawqi’s Prophet is the imam the socialists would have “were it not for their slogans and excess”; his religion is ease, his caliphate a freely sworn compact, its affairs settled by consultation, its rights enforceable at law; his zakat “did the people of poverty justice against the rich — for in the right to life all stand the same.” This is the liberal nahda’s entire social program smuggled inside a praise poem, with Socrates and the priests of the Nile valley enlisted as forerunners of tawhid. The Egyptian press has long told the story that the royal palace, hearing its own portrait in the negative, pressed for cuts — and that Umm Kulthum sang every verse. The details of the anecdote vary with the telling; the verses, on the recordings, are all there.

Sunbati set the whole in maqam Rast — the mode of clarity and daylight, the same choice he made for “Salou Qalbi” — and built the melody as a long sunrise: expansive and ceremonial at the opening annunciation, tightening into declamation for the social verses, where the music gets out of the way of the words, then opening again for the portrait of the Prophet’s character, the tenderest music in the piece falling on “when you show mercy, you are a mother or a father.”

The ending is the reason the song outlives its occasion. The professional panegyrist — and Shawqi had praised khedives for a living — renounces his own craft at the one door where praise turns into prayer: “I have not come to your door to flatter, but to plead.” The plea is for “my weakened people, in a crisis,” and in 1949, one year after the catastrophe in Palestine, no listener in the Arab world had to ask which crisis was meant. A birth song that ends as an intercession; a mawlid hymn carrying a social manifesto; a court poet’s masterpiece sung in defiance of a court — “Wulida al-Huda” holds all of this in a single Rast arc from daybreak to supplication, and it remains among the most beloved religious works Umm Kulthum ever performed.

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