1. The best of women in creation is Asma
She was most gracious in her farewell

2. Ibn Az-Zubayr came to her pulling off armor
Beneath armor of interwoven mail

3. He said, "O mother I am exhausted by my affair
Between bitter captivity and dreadful killing

4. My friends have betrayed me and so has time
I have no friend left but my sharpened sword

5. And I see my star that shone before
Has vanished from me with no return

6. The people have given me asylum but I have no one
To intercede for me if I accept it from them

7. She replied while her eyelids were barren land that had
Never before been a place for tears

8. And those tears turned into steam
Rising from her battered heart

9. Do not surrender except your life unless
You are like the trunks of trees

10. Death in the battlefield of war is better
For you than life of humiliation and submission

11. If people have let you down then be patient
And stand firm for God does not waste

12. Die prestigious as you lived prestigious
And live sublimely in your glorious honorable memory

13. Between life and death there is nothing
But a throw of dice amidst those crowds

14. Then she stood to bid him
A tremendous farewell after which there is no return

15. She touched his armor and said true to my oath to you
O Ibn Az-Zubayr, do not waver

16. The might of destiny upon people is a might
That does not care about the might of those regimes

17. So he took it off and rushed to his death
With armor of impenetrable pottery

18. And news of his death came to his mother, so she wept
With unrestrained tears after no more