1. When my tears flow in lamentation
The clouds have no claim to outpour

2. I have the right to weep, for my sorrow
Stirs tears in the eyelids of mirage

3. Where can I find solace, when
The bed of patience catches fire of affliction

4. Oh my eyes, if you do not weep
I will abandon you amidst the clouds

5. For the grandson of the Messenger, Hussein
For the son of the martyr, father of soil

6. Oh Yazid, how much hatred for you grows
You missed glory, good fortune slipped away

7. You killed his grandson, killed by enemies
You were guided to naught but misdeeds

8. And made his family slaves led away
Is this what you read in the Scripture?

9. Hussein rose from afflictions
From the barren land in triumph and prowess

10. He complained of shackles, so they returned him
But so is the fate of the driven flies

11. Oh day of Ashura, never blessed
You made the lion prey for dogs

12. Your comrades wherever the sons of Ali rose
Oh if only you had helped defend them

13. And sought those who stoned them with rocks
Oh day of Ashura, answer me back

14. Why could you not answer my plea?
Why did you let the light of God be extinguished

15. Your tomorrow clouded with punishment
The sons of Mukhtar died slaughtered for you

16. You sacrificed the most precious pearls
Could you not overpower for victory

17. To strike them with your blazing meteors?
Oh son of Da'i warfare

18. You have harbored a brood of liars
Your share of the gardens of eternity, so rejoice

19. Your father's share of truthful lineage
You came to reckoning on an evil day

20. And treated it in a way for wolves
Not for Hussein's blood did you turn pale

21. But mixed the Messenger's with dust
Had his father faced you that day

22. He would have stopped you from plunder
And unleashed Thul-Fiqar upon you until

23. The sun of your shadow was veiled
Had I been in Karbala, then

24. Hussein would have praised my loyalty
I would have watered the sword with wine

25. For I have no other drink
Oh my master Hussein, hear the call

26. Of a servant great in sorrow and lament
I have gifted you a maiden from the daughters of my thoughts

27. The sparks of my gloom made her soar
May the Merciful accept her so she intercedes

28. And Ahmed's reward be my reward