1. I stand at the sacred House of Guidance
How much patience has been wasted by the patient one

2. And how much the religion of God complains
To you about the tyrannical people

3. It extends a hand complaining of its weakness
To your healing, in its sluggish pulse

4. We see you as an absent defender
While the association of enemies has a present defender

5. So we widen your hearing with blame that almost
Stirs you before the call of the commander

6. We shake you, no longer effecting sitting around
With the leap of a drowsy lion

7. And we awaken your determination, not passing the night
With the drowsiness of one who is not vigilant

8. And we know that you intend
Not to be lacking with the inadequate

9. And you fear no conqueror wherever
Except Allah above you, the Vanquisher

10. And we must see the unjust
With your sword cut off entirely

11. On a day in which no armor remains
On the breastplates of polytheism and the transgressor

12. And if you had power over rising up
You would take on the temper of the rebel

13. We, although disasters have armed us
Give you the effort of one pleased with delay

14. But we see with God
None greater than your ample glory

15. So if you ask God to hasten
Your appearance from the present time

16. Your prayer would meet with rising up
Swifter than the glance of an onlooker

17. May your justice learn from our religion
A canal sealed by the hand of the Harmful

18. And may your security settle fear
That has become between my fluttering heartbeats

19. Until when does the erected tent complain
To your sword, mother of commotion, the barren

20. And how the thirst of swords flames
For the soft water of the dripping blade

21. Is it not time for your sitting around
To have an impact, I ransom you, o rebel

22. Its fire extinguishes the daylight of the two horizons
With the darkness of its gloomy sparks

23. That seek with other than the doves of peace
Or your shooting of the final arrow

24. And every young man whose rib is inclined
To the heart of a fierce battling lion

25. An astute warner advises him
With the deterrence of the clamor that breaks

26. It becomes clear to him that if he travels by night
To stab the enemy in ambush

27. He starts the day lighter to gather spears
Than gathering beautiful, chaste women

28. They are the elite of glory from Hashim
And the essence of noble ancestry

29. Stars from you in the night of struggle
Lit by their shining brightness

30. To them you are the fixed pole of clamor
And they revolve around you like the rotating celestial sphere

31. Thirsty for battle, and yet they are
Quenchers of the cultured and uncultured

32. Suckled arrows that their spears
Are nicknamed with suckling the swollen liver

33. And their passing swords are called
Present with the spirit at the fateful moment

34. So if they straighten the points they piece the sky
And block the horizon from the bird

35. And if they unsheathe the blades then swords
Swim in a sea of abundant blood

36. There the stabbing of a spear does not stop
Tripping over the stumbling of a traitor

37. And a blow that composes between souls
And perdition the intimacy of the Conqueror

38. Where are you today, seeker
Of the past glories and the gone

39. And where is the preparer to erase misguidance
By renewing the trace of the faded guidance

40. And displayer of the flag of the religion of God
And reviver of the weakened piety

41. O son of the sublime, who inherited great ones
Whose glories faded from the great

42. Those whose praise prides the praisers
And whose mention ennobles the rememberers

43. Those who contracted war that the awake sword
Does not sleep in their hands, vigilant

44. Save your sword the cord of guidance
For the new moon has enabled you, the filler

45. Enough regret that time should pass
While you are neither helper nor commander

46. And our eyes are not lit
By the lamp of your shining rising

47. Though we have a yearning for you
Like the yearning of the rainless land for the rainy cloud

48. Upon you, Imam of Guidance, determination
Tomorrow the pious will meet the wicked

49. God spared you, the transgressors forgot
The grip of the Able

50. And the long wait softened the hearts
And closed the eyelids over the wakeful

51. So how carving is worry on our intestines
And how far extends the hand of the wicked

52. And how much, O son of the Prophet, have we cried for you
With adversity as great as the pouring ordeal

53. And how amidst the afflictions of misfortune
We call upon you from its gaping mouth

54. We remain wanting to be rid of them, all of us
To be transferred from them to the grave

55. Yes, our day is not estranged
From your father's day, the pure one

56. For the essence of that ancient misguidance
Its secret is the eye of this apparent one

57. To this day, those wounds are still deepening
And more painful than them are the cores of the healed

58. So which of those misfortunes retracted from you
Needing one to spread them

59. Was it the day the Prophet was here with us
And we were afflicted with this pouring ordeal

60. The next morning he passed away and the people became
Perplexed, each bewildered

61. And hatred in hearts was not dormant
But saw the opportunity of one who rebels

62. So it kindled a sedition that left
No guidance for anyone present or absent

63. The religion became vile when
The people's passion for in-laws was ignited

64. Or was it the day the successor
Saw that the booty was for the wicked

65. And the companions of the Prophet deserted him
And inclined to the pledge of the deceiver

66. There is no comparison between the Emigration of the Muslims
And his Emigration except the Emigrant

67. Nor in the Ansar tribe of his supporters
For him when he singled out the supporter

68. The sons of Qayla have become estranged
And were not loyal out of pleasure for the Forgiver

69. Do you wake without a supporter
The messenger's successor and no helper

70. And coercively led to an old man from Taym
By the palm of Ibn Hantama the obscene

71. And Fatima is deprived among you
Through her trick from the pure father

72. While you are present and do not get angry
So miserable is the present company

73. And when the pledge of the angry ones concluded
With the extinguishing of the shining branch of guidance

74. The stumbling block of revelation did not cease
Distress and the udder of the sheep from harm

75. You see the darkness of polytheism unleashed
In any settlement of earth or hidden

76. To the point they were between a buried one
In its darkness in the concealing night

77. And a murdered man in his niche
Bloodied with agony by the pouring blood

78. And a dead man who drank from the enemy
A cup filled with fear of the Creator

79. And a slain man with a gaping wound
Deceiving the living one with it

80. He passed away while guidance was in his death
And righteousness was buried in a grave

81. And whoever stays up worrying seeks to rise up
Waiting for the call of the Commander

82. Disasters that rend the heart of ice
And squeeze out a tear soaked with patience

83. Can patience toward the like of them be sung
And the like of them never occurred to thoughts

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So this is the complete English translation of the Arabic poem while preserving the poem's form and meaning. Let me know if you need anything else!