1. As if those who stir up noble, honored men
Are there, stirring up strife among the tents

2. So say to the clan of Ziyad and the family of Harb
And those who mixed their treachery with betrayal

3. Your blood is for you and for them is blood
Quenched by your swords in the palace courtyard

4. Drink it, after you seized it by force, if
You fear it, scorn it or excessively desire it

5. You were not promoted except as fools
And you were not appointed as leaders except as wrongdoers

6. And your status in days gone by
Was nothing but lowliness

7. I care for the family of Allah's Messenger among you
As you lead the branded horses

8. It is provoked as you provoked, to a spring
To drink from its rock pool sides

9. And the souls left behind only
Backs, ribs or planks

10. And above their backs an angry band
If you please them, they increase in perversion

11. And everything prominent in the air hangs
You always see a tail on its shoulder

12. When it witnesses unpleasantness, it does not care
If it wipes swords or wipes excessively

13. And it did not stretch out the spear except and
On the ears of their horses it clinked bits

14. And how many blessings from their grandfather upon you
You met with ingratitude or resentment from them

15. They propped up your resting places and gave
Your sides tents and carpets

16. And they encouraged you from every humiliation
You penetrated amid their strength cheerfully

17. And they dammed up your springs and extended
Upon the trees of your valley the vines

18. And had they not inclined toward you
You would not have lasted long nor endured hardships

19. So you did not reward them with any kindness
Nor did you fulfill any condition for them

20. And how did you deny rights for them
That were clear upon your necks, engraved

21. And between your ribs are covenants from them
Like the heat of summer kindled, so it blazed

22. And a bond, whenever a right hand
Stretched out to mend its tears, they multiplied

23. So you will never have ancestry to them
And what kinship to one who cut ties?

24. How much did Ashura make our tears flow
And cut up the tendons of our breasts

25. And how we spent the dark night awake with him
Wiping from our burning anguish what cannot be wiped

26. Remembering him gives us deadly poison to drink
And his pain inserts in us hot pokers

27. So feet were never bound captive with you
Nor were whips ever lifted for you

28. Nor did time ever weave a robe for you
Except that through it you only declined more

29. Your heads never knew loftiness
Nor did your hearts ever know cheerfulness

30. Nor did God ever forgive sins for you
Nor will you reach the path to paradise