1. More beautiful than preserving decorum
Is breaking the eyelids of death with spears

2. Seeing you desperately he was terrified
Wishing in fear he had not seen you

3. O you who died but no spring of tragedy
Wept for you, you who had a protector avenging you

4. And until now no intimate has cried for you
With a sword that shed the blood of your enemies

5. The Banu Hashim are blamed after a day
In which the tips of spears drank your blood