1. These dwellings beneath the gloomy clouds, call to them
Pour forth freely your weeping eyes after the drought

2. If there is a debt owed to these ruins, then redeem it
Or grief held by the tall stalks of the oleander, then relieve it

3. O halts, do you not alleviate the stranded with hospitality
A lofty tent for the riders atop its fine-haired camels

4. Young gazelles, below them the dark cheeks whose heritage is the ashes
Where the tents of communities settled and the resting place of youths

5. Whose provisions of life have waned, not like their provisions
And the movement of the stallions of the steeds for some lads

6. Who have abandoned the houses with their blondness and whiteness
And I have detained over the abodes a band

7. Whose hands cling to their livers, grieving, conversing in tears
With sighs in their sleeping places. They stood at it as though their mounts

8. Were their pillars, then they broke camp as tears poured its water and the supplies of their grief unloaded
From every carrier of provisions the teardrops from the ornaments of its saddlebags

9. Your life, rather the life of your ruins lasted through eras
Where the drizzle of its goodliness heals the sick region

10. And it has become, through the most excellent encampments, auspiciousness
Visiting while deceitful to its frequenters

11. Do you seek from the beholders after you anything
Other than their flowing tears and their pillows

12. No hoard remains for the tears over you all
No indeed, nor eyes that have shed their tears

13. Our weeping has preoccupied the tears from the dwellings
To weep for Fatimah over her children

14. They did not leave her regarding the martyr when he saw
The Euphrates push back from its banks against its currents

15. Do you suppose she knew that al-Husayn is an outcast
We met the Banu Turaba at his birth

16. Umayyah counted them in Iraq among her celebrations
While in Syria she did not heed the Prophet's anger and morning came

17. The Prophet's progeny prey for her steed
And the Prophet's blood atop her mountains

18. Alas for her belonging to the Alawite faction
That followed Umayyah after the glory of its leadership

19. It made the badges of disgrace on its snouts
And the vile brands on the cheeks of its steeds

20. She claimed the religion sanctioned her killing them
Is this religion not from their ancestors?

21. She sought the legacy of paganism through it
And found old rancor from its grudges

22. She monopolized the authority from its absence
And judged however she wished over its witnesses

23. God preceded you to their souls
And you reaped sins in their bodies

24. If those domes are destroyed then the pillars of the faith fell
Before its pillars

25. Indeed the caliphate has inclined
Away from its subjects, black and white

26. Umayyah's wrongs have erased its podiums
Their wolves descend on its timber

27. It is the elite of Allah, to whom He revealed
And decreed His commands to its glories

28. It took the pieces of earthenware, so one who envies
May resent the two weighty things among its enviers

29. Asceticism and inspirations are in its fruits
And murder, if not for Allah, among its ascetics

30. A faction whose children are swaddled with spears
And the cradle mounts of its girls are the back of its horses

31. Its enemies relate its merits for eternity
And attribute it to its opposites

32. O jealousy of Allah, be wrathful for His Prophet
And remove the whites from their sheaths

33. From a faction whose blood of Muhammad
And his progeny spilled between its Yazid and Ziyad

34. The shackles of Allah's wealth fill their palms
While the palms of Allah's family are in shackles

35. They struck the progeny of Muhammad with the sword of Muhammad
Like the striking of preys after its hunter

36. I said to the lofty-saddled caravan, they are as though
Eagles perched atop the mountain passes

37. It marches crookedly like an ostrich he mounted
Whose bridle broke so it rebelled against its guide

38. Until it imagined from the delusions of its necks
Their necks amongst its numbers during travel

39. Stop with me, even if the lower garb is soiled, it is but
Anguish which the boiling within the heart clings to

40. In the howling wilderness, where their blood will be shed
And the resting place of their bodies on the day they are whipped

41. The desert, from its dwellings, and the birds, from
Its warbling, and the beasts, from its visitors

42. The drops of tears flow to it, yet only
The hearts' love dwells from its supplies

43. O day of Ashura, how much agony you have
The entrails dance from its burning

44. You have not returned except my heart is a burning ember
Scorching, though I exaggerate in cooling it

45. Like the throat's bitterness, recurring is its soreness
The overflowing of tears repeats its counts

46. O grandfather, the battalions of sadness have not ceased
To overwhelm the conscience with their abhorrence and chasing

47. Forever upon you, and pouring tears
If weeping does not comfort them, blindness makes them subside

48. This praise, though I have not attained, rather
It is an arena from which they removed the honor of its steed

49. Shall I say your benevolence has flourished, while you
Are the flourishing of every region of its lands?

50. Or shall I gain more loftiness for you in my praises
Where are the mountains from the hilltops and their plateaus?

51. How to praise the stars when they rise
Above the eyes to the extent of their distances?

52. The dawning of the sun has made describing it needless
Its splendor, its brilliance, and its remoteness