1. If your vigour is lost, O son of Hamid al-Din
Your sword would not say to death: be!

2. Or did the Hashimite not attack the houses of war?
Good tidings did not come to the highbred with a fetus

3. Or did the white blades stiffen with valor
On a day of war overflowing with calamity?

4. How much does sorrow shake you, O Hannah
From every drawn sword clashing brightly?

5. Long has been the awaiting of the sword that pierces you
Each sharp edge begets death with every stab

6. Strange is your sword, how it is accustomed to its sheath
While its peers unsheathe, ready and keen

7. By God, your heart – though most wrathful for the truth
Was not more patient when the faith was violated

8. What is your excuse for not rising up when among you
Are stigmata above every forehead?

9. Have your steeds lost their sturdy legs?
Or have your horses become without vigour?

10. If your sword does not scream aloud
Piercing the darkness with its rising

11. As if they are pieces of scattered clouds
When unsheathed in Tihama unlike in China

12. Bearing from you to the enemies a piercing blow
Which throws death onto death with certainty

13. If dressed for war it snatches the burrows’ covers
Exposing all the enemies' nests

14. When will I see you stabbing the core of every sturdy knight
With a spear while tears like beads slide down their eyes?

15. No sooner had they blinked than they saw
The thorns of spears as a certain vision

16. And from the bodies that violently crash the ground
Between a struck and a stabbed one

17. And death grows weary of reaping enemy souls
Due to your cutting off each string

18. Then you pave the earth with the command of a just leader
And the prohibition of an all-knowing and equitable trustworthy one

19. With the illumination of an unsheathed blade and proven resolve
And the composure of an able one and the might of a potent one

20. Will you forbid your sword from the heads of a folk
And leave them rolling in the dust in arrays?

21. The yearning of their white blades after you
Has filled time with moaning and longing

22. The hidden hatred of paganism within them
Whence you set upon them with an ambush

23. They have denied themselves by the edges of the swords
The essence of which has been hidden and treasured

24. How many arenas where they severed your necks with blood
Among which your eyes were crying!

25. No day is like yours at the land of Karbala
Among the passed eras, a day of agony

26. On it they sharpened blades for your grandfather
Leaving your faces without noses

27. A day of tribulation that patiently suffered an ordeal
That would be ransomed with all of creation

28. So it settled in the outskirts of Hijr, prey
Under the swords to whose sharpness it succumbed

29. The galaxies halted when it fell down
And their motions turned still

30. And the soul eulogized it crying from the unseen:
“O heart of a God, how can the spear reach you

31. When you are behind the veil that is guarded?”
It struck your forehead while the swords did

32. And were it not for your support, they would not be for the right
You were not faint in strength when you fell down

33. So I say you were not aided with support
As for your white hair, it is the most righteous

34. Of all prophecies and omens
If you wished to esteem this life, the fates

35. Would have lowered for you all valuables
Or you wished to erase your enemies until

36. No trace of them on earth could be seen
You would have grasped the horizons against them

37. And filled its horizons with a lethal army
Until by it you would not have left

38. A blower of embers among them in any forts or castles
But a folk called you to sacrifice yourself

39. The time came for their buried misguidance to spread
So you saw that meeting your Lord sacrificing

40. Your soul was better than living in disgrace
So you were patient where flames kindled

41. A blow melting the heart of every composed one
And war crushed its thorns with its mills

42. And fear inspired the dreams of every wise one
And the swords arched above you like ribs

43. And the white blades closed like eyelids
And you spent your lifeblood among a folk

44. Who were carried with the foulest of chests and abdomens
And the greatest day after yours dawned

45. Upon Islam – from it every fetus turns white
A day the captives walked as the enemy pleased

46. Among them the Fatimids from the clan of Yasin
They were brought out from the sanctuary of the Prophet and it is

47. A sanctuary of God, lucidly evident
From every inviolable place, they were taken by force against their will

48. Becoming without shelter or refuge
Deprived while their lights were veiled

49. From free faces, virtuously guarded
The calamities threw them in wilderness

50. To the barren plain of Hijr, rugged
So Bahjira became at midday after it was

51. At the most shaded places, sheltered
Does the ardour of her sunburn not kindle a fire?

52. She starts comforting her heart with a wail
The enemies challenged them with tribulations

53. Hurling those smooth plains into unevenness
Never did your age flow sweetly, O time

54. Nor did your rivers stream to the land with a spring
It was not an opportunity for you to annul a deal

55. In which you gained the regrets of the deceived
You gathered your forces on a day in which

56. You impregnated the mother of occurrences with the unborn
From the day you created the Karbala tribulation

57. It was sterile, for its offspring there is no life
The protectors of the realm of faith, where your swords

58. Followed its established, smooth approach
May God send blessings upon you, of whom

59. The minarets proclaimed the name of the best trustee