1. The eyes of the one who saw the likes of him, a young man
More generous and more zealous in fury, and more patient

2. When the tongues turn towards him, he plunged into them
Towards death, until he left the spear red

3. And I swore my teary eyes will not cease to weep
For you, nor will my dusty skin cease to be ashy

4. As long as time lasts, no dove in the valley cooed
Nor did the dawn with its light expel the night

5. I was pleased with the best of people after their prophet
And after Abu Bakr, he who did not fall short