لم أنسَ موقفنا بكاظمةٍ

لم أنسَ موقفنا بكاظمةٍ

والعيشُ مثل الدَّار مسوَدّ

والعيشُ مثل الدَّار مسوَدّ

I have not forgotten our standing together at Kāẓima,

I have not forgotten our stance in Kazima

While life, like the dwelling, was blackened;

And life is as gloomy as the abode

والدَّمع ينشدُ في مسائله

والدَّمع ينشدُ في مسائله

هل بالطلولِ لسائلٍ رَدّ

هل بالطلولِ لسائلٍ رَدّ

And tears recite in their questioning:

And tears chant in their problems

Is there an answer among the ruins for one who asks?

Is there any reply for an asker at the hillocks