1. O quarter, if only they had quartered the son of worries,
Surrendering to the agony of separation, sick,

2. You used to be known for the best neighbor
From us and the best blood-money and customs,

3. The days in you are green,
And fate in me and in you is not miserable,

4. And the companions of your intimacy have not changed
To the companions of your solitude, complaining constantly,

5. From every evildoer, if he appeared, his glances
Would cut the heart of the evildoer with his eyelids,

6. As for passion, it is torment, so if intentions
Flowed in it, how painful for every sufferer,

7. It ordered endurance with pleasure, burning,
It ordered the stillness of its tears with burning coal,

8. No, by the long dark nights, painful,
From a passionate lover, sincere,

9. My eyes have never tried to delay an hour,
Since separation became my adversary,

10. Absence, the tearful, has not left my essence,
Until it was saturated with poisonous love,

11. And it leaned towards my father al-Husayn's side,
Like Mas'ab whose nose was mutilated,

12. It came to you terrified in the lands,
And cognizant of the guided, intended place,

13. From every confidante, as if her skin
Was scraped and its lining with the skin of Atum

14. Smooth its fur when it feels irritation
Revolving like spinning of a spindle,

15. It sought you from the lineage of Judayl and Shadaqam,
Tribes of tribes of Koum,

16. Forgetting the voices of antagonists and their vigor
Confused by the echoes of sound and owls,

17. So they attained the sea of your call, constantly flowing,
A drink, and mother of your call, not barren,

18. When they arrived at the coasts of your Sibak,
They camped, then drank the drink of affection,

19. Indeed, the Caliph and the Caliph before him
Found you a counsel of advice and determination,

20. And they found you praiseworthy, but when they did not
Consult you or put you forward,

21. You kept wearing from this and that, clothes
Of veneration and reverence,

22. My soul is your redemption, and the mountains and its people,
In the blackness of wars, confused,

23. With Dhul-Dhuwayh and Khayzaj and their areas,
A promise to your sword, not insignificant,

24. With the Mus'abiyyn, who are like
Lions of thickets and ghosts of evildoers,

25. Like planets illuminating, except they
Were eclipsed by their whiteness with stars,

26. The defeated one escaped with them, blaming himself,
Raining in his defeated army,

27. They wanted Latyaa, and the one who liberated them
Was the Imam's sword and the call of the oppressed,

28. You adjured them by God the day you met them
With the horses under the commotion like ostriches

29. And you gave them your advice gently
From a hardened heart, kind,

30. Until when they gathered, your might violated their homes
By God, then the eighth infallible one,

31. So the whites of the swords were bared to their necks
And the declaration of Oneness to curses,

32. You went against them in the two easts in a battle
Whose lightnings split the mountains of Rome,

33. Rather, sedition brought them out,
Robbing them of freshness and bliss,

34. They were moved from Nu'meer water and a life
Of ease to Ghisleen and Hellfire,

35. And war knows when an ignorant raid boils
Over the firewood of the broken palm-trunks,

36. That death is subjugated by your might and havoc
Is mixed in your cup of harm and wounds,

37. And war rides its head in a scene
Where the foolish is equalized by it with a thousand wise ones,

38. In an hour, if Luqman in it
While he is wise became unwise,

39. The birds of death crouched in their nests
Leaving the birds of mind not crouching,

40. And the sword swears that you are the sword that
Did not shake except it uprooted a mighty throne,

41. When misfortunes saw my steps leading
Insistently to you with a cool breeze,

42. They hastened farewell without staying
When I hastened to you in submission,

43. And time is painful to whoever you shine with blame upon
Except when you make it shine with generosity,

44. You blew the wind of hope for me, so my determination
Proceeded with it until my worries forgot,

45. You awakened generosity for the generous with a speaker
For your call who disclosed the treasure of every ancient one,

46. And we do not become, and no generous person do we attain,
Until we wade towards him through a thousand miserable ones,

47. You instituted benevolence from the impact of dew,
Institutions that healed our condemned time,

48. And you marked the world with exclusivity, so you marked it
With generosity that shone on the elephant's trunk,

49. You uncovered in it with a glance that was not stinted by
Stinginess and was not poured out upon non-existence,

50. The flowing of sustenance in its glimpses flows
When poured upon a deprived one,

51. And a hand the money's deceit falls in it
Falling like the letter Haa (ھ) in singing (Tarheem),

52. Say to misfortunes about me, I am
A neighbor of Ishaaq son of Ibraheem.