1. I wept for her passionately while the doves cooed,
He sways without tears while yours flow continuously.

2. When grief overcame us and darkness enveloped us,
The ruins of homes and their adornments vanished.

3. We turned our mounts with their necks towards the beloved's abode,
As those landmarks had taught us crying for them.

4. If the once familiar dwellings are now desolate,
And the enlivening ruins are now lifeless and still.

5. How many a night there I attained its bliss,
Followed by another, while defiance overcomes separation.

6. The son of Hashim watered the plants of joy with it,
When cares are dispelled by his comfort.

7. The Imam who established religion, his sword's edge is sharp,
Firmly fixed in the hand of God it slashes and destroys.

8. In his right hand shines a light like a burning fire,
With eyes on the lands from his abode loftily placed.

9. Swords, when the sides of the frontiers are tested by them,
On their necks are marks which guide like flags.

10. Every Thursday the atmosphere is fragrant with its scent,
As the executioner tightens his grip and constricts its breath.

11. It seems the scent of musk has blinded his eye,
And the keen cutting blades have blinded his eyelids.

12. Birds and beasts take their fill from it when it moves,
As the brave youths gaze upon it.