1. She is a consolation that took away all passion,
And love is the plunder of the passage of time.

2. And indeed I was saturated with patience and its coldness,
The heat of passion cooled me, what cure!

3. After the thirst overwhelmed my essence,
And the beauty of the gazelles prolonged my affliction.

4. My heart awoke to the coils of love,
And I was saved as the reins were thrown to me.

5. I do not give an alluring glance to the unfaithful,
Or a look except with a hidden eye.

6. My pride and essence shook off humiliation,
And refused disgrace as an abode and position.

7. Love is an illness that withers away,
As if its cords were soaked without tar.

8. Let not the critic attempt to take away my pride,
With the hand of sorrow I uncovered my mouth from passion.

9. The caprices used to control my reins,
But now I will prolong my restraint.

10. Far from it! Time diminishes me, but
Between me and disgrace is the edge of my sword.

11. I do not accept water except wholesome,
And perhaps overflowing without turbidity.

12. I refrain from the water of hearts and it is
In the realm of muddy and foul.

13. And I have worn the garment of contentment,
It adorns me and does not show stains.

14. How much poverty has humiliated the mighty!
And how the breaths of wealth have exalted bones!

15. What is the concern of one deprived of wealth if he ascends,
And I am more fortunate with honor and reverence.

16. Time has faded upon me after flourishing,
And if I pass away then I have fulfilled my purpose.

17. And fate has afflicted the prime of my ascent,
So it has diminished the excess of my verses.

18. Away from me to you, for companionship is no benefit
To one whose heart is not tormented by passion.

19. I would not allow the greeting of peace to one who turns away,
And peace be upon the Commander of the Faithful.

20. A king who ascended until he hovered in the heights,
And humiliated the lions of the lofty time.

21. O son of the veils and flags,
The summits of loftiness and the pillars of Islam.

22. The lofty mountain, and the vast sky,
And today is a day, and the pen is swift.

23. Fame of the renowned, and heart of the revered,
And patience of the capable, and view of the imam.

24. The command of the caliphate is in your hands, and it is only
An obstacle to be resolved with every determination.

25. Your grandfather was the protection of the mighty Arabs,
And now you are their salvation from extermination.

26. They advised to protect the mighty horses and cattle,
With the obedient guide, the imam, I was obeyed.

27. My hopes were fulfilled and time was made easy for my purpose.
A people none among them but a horseman,

28. Or assailant, or defender, or protector.
When determined they charge back

29. Sharing the portions of death in gulps.
Wealth does not settle above their palms,

30. It slides like a torrent over the top of flags.
The house with tall pillars that shades them

31. Between battle and standard bearer.
Every horseman and foot soldier ransom you

32. On the day of battle, long strider and protector,
And miser who gave little and sometimes

33. The letters of the taa allow for completion.
The traces of scars on his cheeks and breast

34. For a healing direction or arrows of purpose.
He sought money not for shyness or glory,

35. Not every shame came for pilgrimage.
How envious of the one with clear light in the heights,

36. Four on a rib and your nose is blood.
Either you dispute him for supremacy, for he is

37. A brave one who risks the lions in battle.
And how many peers have the edges of spears surpassed

38. Until you seized them with pens.
And you indulged in earnest and jest,

39. And the hands on the reins and determination.
A host dense with equipment and armored horses,

40. Overflowing with saddles and reins.
Its waves clatter as if it were above its porch

41. A torrent that accompanies an extending cloud.
You kept revealing it with polished spears,

42. And the horses between warning and fasting.
You stirred its flanks as if you had unleashed

43. A spring upon legs.
An eye wanders arrogantly on the bridle,

44. So you almost ride it without a bridle.
And a hand rages on the sword courageously,

45. So you almost extend it without a sword.
And the thrust returns with the spear, while their chests

46. Are scratched behind the steeds continually.
The red heels as if kneaded with

47. Blood and twisted intestine.
Alas while you live to his homelands

48. Time pushes with turban and Syria.
This is Hussein, and you have pulled his kinship

49. A pull that passes by the wombs of relatives.
You gave him pure affection and passion

50. And wonders of honour and kindness.
And you sent him back with words of no turning away

51. And the promise is not false.
Being good to kin and stranger is an obligation,

52. And sons of uncles are most deserving of favours.
Let not the enemies gloat over him after

53. What they presented of rancour and darkness.
It is an utterance that cannot be reversed,

54. Like an arrow that escapes the fingers of the archer.
And words present themselves like the crescent, so if

55. The doer walks in them, that is the full moon.
And how many a doer of an act that does not bend

56. If he wanted to reverse it with all his wishes.
And so did kings crumble and found it formidable

57. To undo what they raised of pillars.
And the tooth of the son of the paralyzed became helpless

58. To break what he built of pyramids.
And so was Amr owner of the trench, after

59. The disturbance of pulling, to return arrows.
Woe to a deluded one who disobeys you, for he

60. Exposes himself to the claws of the young lion.
Far from it! Your obedience is salvation, and your love

61. Piety, and thanking you is the best of fates.
Submit, Commander of the Faithful, to a felicity

62. Tied with the tails of years.
And live the days of survival, and do not cease

63. To overwhelm with your gratitude the tongues of people.
A soul the turtledoves forbid out of reverence,

64. Souls are not forbidden to seek passion.
For God knows your light has not ceased

65. To ridicule injustice and darkness.
And glory informs of your actions that it

66. Sends down to it in sanctity and protection.
So listen, Commander of the Faithful, for

67. Ears are doors to minds.
Words of praise are not insincere,

68. And gratitude for blessings is not sturdiness.
Your collected strength came to you fully,

69. Subjugating souls in bodies.
Who can I ask to recite them to you in a stance

70. I consider an honor the length of my days?
I do not claim hyperbole in it, but rather

71. My words do justice to the pinnacles of men.