1. The mourner knocked at dawn on the litter
And lamented the turbaned man from the clan of Amr

2. Defender of truth and protector when
The vicissitudes of fate were not feared

3. The living know that his eyelid
Will move at dawn or move along

4. When his flames roar and boil
Blessed is the Lord of fire and pot

5. Convey to his supporters, they have lost
A master who covers them and does not buy

6. He protects their tents and grants them
Hundreds of twenties and tens

7. His spear's point saturates its blades
And the horses waded in flowing blood

8. He had been the refuge of every widow
And the shelter of every excused person

9. His supererogatory prayers meet their families
Thus reaching the affluent and the destitute