1. If blood is shed, you have a solution,
So shed my blood for your sake.

2. And how strange is the raging fire of my heart,
When love has settled into it.

3. And love did not know the way to my heart,
But that longing showed the way.

4. Oh my patience, how little there is for your separation!
Oh my passion, how great for your love!

5. The dreams have lied when they said that pain
Of love goes away after a month.

6. No, by God, they did not speak truthfully, for yearning
In the heart is destined to last.

7. Oh my liver, melt from the pain of separation!
Oh my eyelids, flow with tears!

8. For I have not found a passion like mine –
A mother gazelle absent from her fawns.

9. She remained after him yearning for the lofty
Hilltops, exalted and low.

10. And if gazelles of sand approach, she thinks
Him to be among them, watching.

11. So she exerts herself seeking him in vain,
Not finding him in her ignorance.

12. When she loses hope of seeing him, she sighs
With a burning unlike any bereaved woman.

13. A sigh echoing people whose blood
Was spilled by the sword the next morning.

14. The Quran consoling him when the swords
Of Muhammad’s enemies slew him.

15. The Commander of the Faithful, when fortune
Turned away from the world after him.

16. The Imam of all the Imams together,
He assumed leadership when his father did.

17. The humblest of them in spirit when praying
The bravest when the sword struck.

18. He assumed his father’s rule, then when
He was called, leadership was his.

19. And God granted him a noble son
Who shone like a star when it shines.

20. ‘Ali son of Muhammad is told to be perfection
In word and deed, Ali son of Muhammad.

21. Blessings on him who ruled kingdoms
And blessings on al-Mansur after him.

22. He will fill the earth with justice like his
Grandfather and father filled it.

23. And he will reside where lofty tents are pitched,
Filling the land with horses and men.

24. He and his father have no equal,
Just as his father the pure had none before.

25. For what is the feast, in truth, but that we
See him independent on the pulpits?

26. He scatters pearls in preaching, filling
The hearts with fear when he fills them.

27. Their hearts palpitate from your preaching,
And their tears flow copiously in the place of prayer.

28. Then he emerges to a insolent one
Riding a mare faster than the wind when it is old,

29. Its figure cutting through the cavalry with claws -
No shape among the horses can match it.

30. As if its silver skin were ornamented
With a yellow dye of saffron.

31. And if you give it rein, you find it
Lighter of hand and foot than a carcass.

32. The Imam rides it at dawn, appearing
Like the sun on the highest horizon.

33. Armies around him race the best steeds,
Crossing flat land and steep.

34. Flags are unfurled for him until
We see him shaded by them there.

35. The kettledrums in the calls to prayer -
We liken them to the voice of thunder.

36. He returns in procession solemnly
To a palace of lofty pillars.

37. May my Creator eternally greet him
With a greeting that never leaves him.