يا حَسرَةً تَتَرَدَّد

يا حَسرَةً تَتَرَدَّد

وَعَبرَةً لَيسَ تَنفَد

وَعَبرَةً لَيسَ تَنفَد

O sorrow that keeps returning,

O recurring sorrow,

and a tear that never runs dry,

And lament that knows no end,

عَلى عَلِيِّ اِبنِ موسى اِب

عَلى عَلِيِّ اِبنِ موسى اِب

نِ جَعفَرِ اِبنِ مُحَمَّد

نِ جَعفَرِ اِبنِ مُحَمَّد

for Ali, son of Musa, son

For Ali son of Musa son of Ja'far son of Muhammad,

of Ja‘far, son of Muhammad.

Who met his death far from home in Tus,

قَضى غَريباً بِطوسٍ

قَضى غَريباً بِطوسٍ

مِثلَ الحُسامِ المُجَرَّد

مِثلَ الحُسامِ المُجَرَّد

He died a stranger in Tus,

Like an unsheathed sword.

like an unsheathed sword.

O Tus, blessed art thou, for there lies

يا طوسَ طوباكِ قَد صِر

يا طوسَ طوباكِ قَد صِر

تِ لِاِبنِ أَحمَدَ مَشهَد

تِ لِاِبنِ أَحمَدَ مَشهَد

O Tus, blessed are you! You have become

The son of Ahmad in thy earth.

a shrine for the son of Ahmad.

O my eyes, weep copiously,

وَيا جُفوني اِستَهِلّي

وَيا جُفوني اِستَهِلّي

وَيا فُؤادي تَوَقَّد

وَيا فُؤادي تَوَقَّد

And O my eyelids, shed tears;

And o my heart, burn with anguish!

and O my heart, blaze!