1. Your standing still among those illustrations
And asking an illustration studying foreign

2. O a lonely quarter after
You were to the visitors a populated season

3. Does every time I am overwhelmed in concealing the passion
A moan of regret overwhelmed you, you did not conceal

4. Why did you not fulfill that you spent as fulfilled
The company of the son of Fatima in the month of Muharram

5. A people you see with their swords and palms
In the adversary and the intimate a very clear mark

6. From every clarity of pottery for Hashim
Exaltedness is condoled and for overcoming ancestry is attributed

7. It takes habitats as an ornament and in its annihilation
Confidence in it about a sharp or a crusher

8. They compete when they are called to an occurrence
So it is as if the sound of smashing eggs is a melodious sound

9. And when they heard the scream they sprang up
Between a drawn sword or a cleaver

10. A band that died of thirst and from their faith
Quenching the thirsty near the Alqami river

11. I grieve over those bodies that were divided
By the hands of hyenas and became arrows of arrows

12. The might of the son of the Prophet was revealed during the turmoil
That the mouth of the speaker cannot encompass

13. When he straightened their pillar with every corrective
And propped up their leaning with every erecting

14. Like the son of Fatima on the day of the crushing turmoil
And the intense between a flooding or a covering

15. He turns the enemies so they flee from him as if they are
Red foxes fleeing from the roar of the wolves

16. And unsheathes a white in the commotion, mistaking it
For a dawn ice-covered under a dark night

17. And shakes out a brown in the struggle as if they are
A club brandished in the right hand of a crusher

18. And when the enemies were lined up, its horsemen
In every line with weapons compiled

19. And their mouths, so the edges of their blades heated up
Deleting with a correct line and determined

20. They almost perished altogether had it not been for He
Who had written the decree on the Tablet

21. Until, when the space was too narrow for his determination
He twisted it to the Resurrection without blemish

22. An arrow thrown into your viscera, O son of Mustafa
An arrow with which the insides of the guides were thrown

23. O soul, melt! O eyelids, ulcerate!
O eye, be generous! O our tears, flow!

24. I do not forget Zainab while she invokes among them
"O people, there is no Muslim among your gathering!"

25. We are the daughters of Mustafa and his successor
And the nurtured of the sons of Hutaym and Zamzam

26. No ravings of the enemies crossed my mind
Repelling me, nor passed in my suspicions

27. They disturbed orphans, they stirred up
With our tents the flames of the burning fire