1. Peace like the flowers of meadows exudes
From a dwelling where guidance is taught and imbued

2. At the Egyptians' sanctuary engulfed in gloom
Their faces in it like full moons consumed

3. At the shrine, had you seen the Prophet's kin
You'd have witnessed his limbs severed limb from limb

4. At Karbala, neither rain nor drink availed
Only tears and blood that freely flowed and wailed

5. The dwellings of Yathrib roared at their fate
Ruins and Zamzam cried at their devastated state

6. Mecca, the Black Stone, the Maqam and Safa
The Station of the Ruins and Zamzam, voices of woe

7. The Black Stone a symbol of utter remorse
Can't you see how dark and battered it is, of course?

8. The garden of our Master Muhammad now bereft
Since they were gone, only sorrow that day was left

9. His lofty pulpit and palm trunk cry their fill
With hearts that understand their lament shrill

10. If those inanimate objects could feel their pain
Stones would have wailed and birds fallen in vain

11. No limit to the sorrow of the land and its people
For the Prophet's family, a tragedy ample

12. If the Prophet alive when they were killed
Ibn Ziyad's mother her womb would have sealed

13. Zahra came, blessings on her soul pure
Calling to her father as tears she did pour

14. She said: My father, my son they took as spoils
Molded by Qayn, destiny's changing coils

15. To Hassan poison in a deadly cup they gave
No mercy, no qualms, no remorse they craved

16. Cut off Husayn's head they did in Karbala
As if they had done what is virtuous and proper

17. Take my revenge, bring peace to my heart and eyes
That overflow with tears and agonizing cries

18. My father, avenge the grandson, recall his plight
His anguish as his blood colored waters bright

19. His kin imprisoned after him, their sacrifice
Like the Sassanids' breed, all looted as price

20. Yazid's spite bore into the lips that did kiss
Yours, O Light, now gone into dark abyss

21. Thus the truthful one was right, heralds of doom
Nothing left by the Farouk except empty room

22. On them Othman the wrath of Hurrah's son brought
While Ali exalted raised high what they wrought

23. For them Jibreel called the prayer at nightfall
Veiled by darkness like a thief, no shine at all

24. But it is the will of my Lord that's come to pass
No change can repeal what He has brought to amass

25. Allah willed that on them their slaves would prevail
So those slaves may suffer in torment and flail

26. Those people failed, their efforts came to naught
Their abode is Hell, that's the justice they sought

27. You who were fooled, Allah's wrath on you weighs
What will you say to the Prophet's daughter and your deeds?

28. Oh what sorrow and grief to relate and imbue
What tears flow, what burning hearts crack in two

29. Help us with tears, though they trivial may seem
For Husayn, they are fitting and utterly beseem

30. However many elegies of Husayn you hear
That express only sorrow and make meaning clear

31. Stretch out your palms, pray that blessings may flow
On Husayn's grandfather, blessings we owe