جاؤواthey came مِنَfrom الشامِal-Sham المَشومَةِill-omened أَهلُهاits people
جاؤوا مِنَ الشامِ المَشومَةِ أَهلُها
بِالشُؤمِwith ill fortune يَقدُمُleads جُندَهُمtheir army إِبليسُIblis
بِالشُؤمِ يَقدُمُ جُندَهُم إِبليسُ
They came from al-Sham, whose people are ill-omened,
They came from ill-omened Damascus, its people
with ill fortune, Iblis leading their army.
Led by Iblis with their army of misfortunes
لُعِنواthey were cursed وَقَدand indeed لُعِنواthey were cursed بِقَتلِfor killing إِمامِهِمtheir imam
لُعِنوا وَقَد لُعِنوا بِقَتلِ إِمامِهِم
تَرَكوهُthey left him وَهوَwhile he was مُبَضَّعٌcut to pieces مَحموسُscorched
تَرَكوهُ وَهوَ مُبَضَّعٌ مَحموسُ
Cursed were they—indeed cursed for killing their imam;
Cursed were they and again cursed for killing their Imam
they left him hacked to pieces and scorched.
Abandoning him, mutilated and bleeding
وَسَبَواand they took captive فَواحَزَنيso, oh my grief! بَناتِdaughters of مُحَمَّدٍMuhammad
وَسَبَوا فَواحَزَني بَناتِ مُحَمَّدٍ
عَبرىtearful حَواسِرَbareheaded ماno لَهُنَّfor them لَبوسُclothing
عَبرى حَواسِرَ ما لَهُنَّ لَبوسُ
And they took captive—oh, my grief!—Muhammad's daughters,
They took the daughters of Muhammad captive
tearful, bareheaded, with no clothing to wear.
My tears flowing copiously, they had no clothing
تَبّاًruin! لَكُمupon you ياO وَيلَكُمwoe to you! أَرَضيتُمُwere you content?
تَبّاً لَكُم يا وَيلَكُم أَرَضيتُمُ
بِالنارِwith the Fire ذَلَّwas abased هُنالِكَthere المَحبوسُthe prisoner
بِالنارِ ذَلَّ هُنالِكَ المَحبوسُ
Ruin upon you! Woe to you! Were you content
Woe unto you, oh how evil you are, you were satisfied
with the Fire? Abased there is the prisoner.
With hellfire, therein the imprisoned one
بِعتُمyou sold لِدُنياfor the worldly life of غَيرِكُمothers besides you جَهلاًin ignorance لَكُمon your part
بِعتُم لِدُنيا غَيرِكُم جَهلاً لَكُم
عِزَّthe honor of الحَياةِlife وَإِنَّهُand indeed it لَنَفيسُis truly precious
عِزَّ الحَياةِ وَإِنَّهُ لَنَفيسُ
You sold, for others' worldly gain, in your ignorance,
You sold eternal life ignorantly for this world
the honor of life—and it is precious indeed.
How precious yet life is, though brief
أَخسِرhow ruinous! بِهاit (in an exclamation) مِنas بَيعَةٍa pledge of allegiance أَمَوِيَّةٍUmayyad
أَخسِر بِها مِن بَيعَةٍ أَمَوِيَّةٍ
لُعِنَتit was cursed وَحَظُّand the share of البايِعينَthe sellers خَسيسُis paltry
لُعِنَت وَحَظُّ البايِعينَ خَسيسُ
How ruinous that Umayyad pledge of allegiance!
More losing than the pledge to the Umayyads
Cursed is it, and paltry is the sellers' share.
Cursed are they and the share of the pledgers is paltry
بُؤساًmisery! لِمَنupon the one whom بايَعتُمُyou pledged allegiance to وَكَأَنَّنيand it is as though I
بُؤساً لِمَن بايَعتُمُ وَكَأَنَّني
بِاِمامِكُمyour imam (as envisioned) وَسطَin the midst of الجَحيمِHell حَبيسُa prisoner
بِاِمامِكُم وَسطَ الجَحيمِ حَبيسُ
Misery upon the one you pledged allegiance to! And I seem to see
Wretched are those you pledged to, it's as if I
your imam a prisoner in the midst of Hell.
Were, amidst your Imam, in hell, captive
ياO آلَfamily of أَحمَدَAhmad ماwhat لَقيتُمyou endured بَعدَهُafter him
يا آلَ أَحمَدَ ما لَقيتُم بَعدَهُ
مِنfrom عُصبَةٍa band هُمthey فيin القِياسِcomparison مَجوسُMagians
مِن عُصبَةٍ هُم في القِياسِ مَجوسُ
O family of Ahmad, what you endured after him
Oh House of Ahmad, none you met after him
from a band who are, by comparison, Magians!
Were a horde, by comparison Magians
كَمhow many عَبرَةٍa tear فاضَتflowed لَكُمfor you وَتَقَطَّعَتand were torn apart
كَم عَبرَةٍ فاضَت لَكُم وَتَقَطَّعَت
يَومَthe day of الطُفوفِal-Tufuf عَلىover الحُسَينِal-Husayn نُفوسُsouls
يَومَ الطُفوفِ عَلى الحُسَينِ نُفوسُ
How many tears flowed for you, and torn apart
How many tears spilled for you and souls
on the day of al-Tufuf were souls grieving for al-Husayn!
Were torn apart at Karbala over Hussein
واحَسرَتاهُoh, my anguish! لَكُمbelonging to you جُسومٌbodies بِالعَراin the open
واحَسرَتاهُ لَكُم جُسومٌ بِالعَرا
فيهاin it وَفَوقَand above الذابِلاتِthe slender spears رُؤوسُheads
فيها وَفَوقَ الذابِلاتِ رُؤوسُ
Oh, my anguish! Your bodies lie in the open
Alas for you, bodies lying in the sands
there, while heads are atop the slender spears.
With severed heads atop the withered ones
صَبراًpatience! مَواليناour masters فَسَوفَfor soon يُديلُكُمwill grant you victory
صَبراً مَوالينا فَسَوفَ يُديلُكُم
يَومٌa day عَلىover آلِthe family of اللَعينِthe accursed one عَبوسُgrim
يَومٌ عَلى آلِ اللَعينِ عَبوسُ
Patience, our masters! Soon you will be granted victory
Patience, my loyal friends, soon there will come
by a day grim for the accursed one's family.
A day of frowns upon the accursed folk
ماnot زِلتُI have ceased مُتَّبِعاًfollowing لَكُمto you وَلِأَمرِكُمand to your command
ما زِلتُ مُتَّبِعاً لَكُم وَلِأَمرِكُم
وَعَلَيهِand by it نَفسيmy soul ماas long as حَيِيتُI live أَسوسُI govern
وَعَلَيهِ نَفسي ما حَيِيتُ أَسوسُ
I have never ceased to follow you and your command,
I persist following you and your order
and by it I govern my soul for as long as I live.
While I live my soul remains enchanted
Sol 6.1