1. What is my excuse for illness,
When I could not find a physician,

2. And worries like fires in the heart,
Settling into hearts,

3. And sorrows - if only they were
The day they resembled sorrows,

4. And troubles - complicated problems -
Whose talk makes one forget troubles,

5. It turned my hair gray,
Yet the gray did not come to me,

6. And berries grew on my branch
When it used to be fresh,

7. Everyone who was once near
Has parted from me and kept away,

8. And I became detached in the world
From loved ones - solitary,

9. And fate made me drink from the separation
Of the one I love - a draft of sins,

10. Indeed the day of the Event is a day
That was difficult for the faith,

11. It left in my heart no share
For joys,

12. It is a day of weeping -
So adhere to weeping during it,

13. Give your rewards and leave
A group who have filled their pockets,

14. And abandon fragrance for no
Pleasant Ashura is left for us.

15. May God curse the men
Who forcibly took the world,

16. Who were helpless so made
Peace but then waged wars,

17. In battles they attack
From north and from south,

18. Whenever they are reproached
For their flaw, they increase in flaws,

19. They rode our backs unjustly
And our places of descent arrogantly,

20. And they called us from afar
Seeing that we answer from afar,

21. Sorrow cuts through and folds
In the barren plains,

22. With a horse that does not care
To stop at ruins,

23. Not having rested at a distance
Tired or wearied,

24. And horses like ostriches
That shake the gray hair,

25. So we came in groups
Whose cowardice shamed them,

26. With faces behind masks
That light up veil covers,

27. And we pierced them like
A hot branding iron, though we do not desire violence,

28. With hearts that know no
Fluttering or throbbing,

29. And he had a long reach
Biting and wounding them intensely,

30. With a straight spear then a bow
He severs veins and grievously harms them,

31. He does not see though war
Boils over from it - eruptions,

32. So blood flowed from us and from them
When the stabbing occurred,

33. And we prayed from the burning heat
Of blows and strikes - a flaming pyre,

34. It was fertile pasture for us
But through them returned arid,

35. We were not accustomed - had it not been
For their tyranny upon us - to troubles,

36. No eye discerns in our suburbs
Scars,

37. They unjustly sought the strings of Badr
Amongst us, so impudently,

38. And they saw in the field of Al-Taff
When the hearts had fled,

39. You have seen - so show us
A noble hero amongst you,

40. Or a pious man not pretending
In his piety or sensible,

41. Whenever we were heads
Of the people, you were stubborn,

42. We did not see truth in you
Except doubtful,

43. And a truthful one - if his craving
Grew - would become a liar,

44. And a perfidious, empty one
With no ambition for good - solitary,

45. And one who is far in his shamelessness
Even if he is a relative,

46. Would that a piece of burning coal
From Al-Ghushum was our cross,

47. And I wish that whoever reconciles us
Becomes a tax for us,

48. Tomorrow a breast that flows for you
In us will dry up,

49. And the cold sipper will vomit
What was drunk greedily,

50. And debased people will return
From the matter - withered,

51. By the One who rose and set
Ambushing, He will rise attacking violently,

52. Family of Al-Yasseen and those superior to them
Are the sensible people,

53. You are my wish when I face sadness
If I am frustrated,

54. You uncovered for me
Secrets with gladdening news,

55. How many claws you have turned
From me - iron and talons,

56. And through you I am saved if
I am terrified by death - I repent,

57. And to you my sorrow drove me
From how the hostile ones blamed me,

58. And upon you are my prayers
Witnessed for me and unseen,

59. O may God water graves
For you - the sandy mound -

60. The sorrow of the best of people, truly,
And a great and sufficient father,

61. He met God while people thought
He did not meet difficulty,

62. And he is in Paradise when
It was said the camel drivers arrived.