1. My friend, crooked in Mahallah, it is
The abode of my sorrows and home to my nightingales

2. Stand between these scenes and mourn
The fate of the noble and virtuous sons

3. If only death had spared them a few nights
How little its gifts for how little

4. The enemies gloated over their every valiant one
And the friends grieved over their every slain youth

5. Souls whose bodies were dwellings
Hearts whose chests were assemblies

6. The stars of glory fell as meteors
And my era and its moons are setting

7. Oh my father! The earth did not contain them
Nor the wombs of the valiant women who bore them

8. We hope for an enduring life not one of misguidance
And we dream of a lasting world not one that disappoints

9. I wish when we left in sorrow
For what we had left behind we left with purpose

10. We bid farewell to our friends and cried for our loved ones
Whose homes those dwellings had been emptied of

11. May God not distance the faces that changed
Their beauty in the span of a year or encounter

12. Many proud chins have been subdued by them
And many a haughty hand made to withdraw

13. The slips of fate drove them to doom
In a train of disgrace and humiliation

14. From their palms flowed the bounty of rains
How ugly is it on the beauty of those wrists

15. The guide of disgrace protected them openly
And we were shamed before the swords

16. It overflowed repelling in the breasts of every brigade
And murked the faces of the tribes like rain