يا يومَ بُؤسٍ طلَعت شمسُه

يا يومَ بُؤسٍ طلَعت شمسُه

بالنحس لا فارقتَ رأسَ الحُضينِ

بالنحس لا فارقتَ رأسَ الحُضينِ

O day of misery, whose sun has risen

O day of misery, the sun has risen in misfortune

With ill fortune—may you never leave al-Ḥuḍayn's head!

Ill luck did not part from the head of the intelligent

إن حُضينا لم يزل باخلاً

إن حُضينا لم يزل باخلاً

مُذ كان بالمعروفِ كزَّ اليدين

مُذ كان بالمعروفِ كزَّ اليدين

Indeed, Ḥuḍayn has always been miserly,

Our intelligent one has not ceased being empty

Ever since he came to be, tight-fisted in doing good.

Since his hands were generous with good deeds