1. I lament the slain youths of Karbala,
My wailing continues throughout the nights,

2. Remembering them in Karbala makes my heart
Twist in grief and fold up my inner self,

3. Let my eyelids redden after their whiteness
After shedding copious tears they leave a stain,

4. Eyes will forget as if their lids swore
To never meet what they were lamenting,

5. And give abundant tears their due right
Cheeks crying in the valleys, o valleys!

6. Parts of a magnificent body when the predators pounced
In pouncing they shared nothing but dew and loftiness,

7. If the people of war separated them, they were never to
Reunite even on the Day of Resurrection except in graves,

8. What removes the heart from its abode
And leaves the burning anguish blazing inside,

9. Is the stance of the daughters of revelation beside their husband
In a state that would melt even enemies,

10. Martyrdom that affianced the heart of the maiden
Falling in yearning o how they fall!

11. That rib moaned in pain
At this tragedy glowing ember on ember

12. O Father of Hasan, war claimed its debt from you
Evil in how it claimed from your sons!

13. The sweet basil blooms their memory diffuses
A fragrance the nights exchange in whispers

14. The next day the son of death let loose his steeds
With their resolve then herded them to the meadows

15. And led them in shackles towards Iraq proudly
Parading them in the dark, gloomy night,

16. The enemies warned each other of Ibn Ghaba
On the mounts of venom roaming the barren valley,

17. A serpent of anxiety besets him finding no antidote
Except the sword to extract its poison,

18. A thirst for honor consumed him he only craved
To water at the spring of death in the hunt,

19. Resolute with no equipment but resolve
To unsheathe the Yemeni trenchant blade,

20. And set forth with no provision but determination
To quench with blood the thirst of the sword,

21. On a day they dyed the day's robe
Red on those who donned the vest of death,

22. Hashim attained victory stripping oppression of its guise
And the coward’s soul reached its verge,

23. That day they took a stance
Ever loftier as time passes unfazed,

24. Suckling warfare from its very first lessons
They suckled nothing but the highest goals,

25. Every son of raging seas nurtured in its shore
His father’s sword ever bestowing warmth,

26. Lofty cavaliers, their armor was made
Only for those with abundant patience,

27. They saw death hauling through streets
Hopes towards them as if hauling wishes,

28. They are the people, moons of glory their faces
Illuminate horizons once gloomy,

29. Stars rising over every dune
With destiny overnighting atop it crouched,

30. Did they know when they tightened the ropes, loved ones,
Were they bringing men or mountains firm?