1. I wore war before the garb of dust
And struck with the sword before the raids

2. Like a lion, when it senses doves
It sees its living behind that mane

3. With slender cheeks, short in grievance
Quenching thirst, skilled in thrust

4. And taking refuge in the abodes of the enemy
In every flaming firebrand

5. With brown spears for piercing
And naked swords for slashing

6. And a day we sealed it with perdition
As its seal of discord was undone

7. Hunting the hearts of enemies with it
The chests of spears, roaring, furious

8. As if they advanced with chests of swords
We clothed our spears in robes of blood

9. While we in them are disgraced
I used to drag the train of my gown

10. Deprecation would not raise my waistband
So I became, before the descent of censure

11. Confessing, patient to rebuke
Oh how many mornings in love of the sublime

12. And a newborn destrier, a suckling colt
Far from glory, near to might

13. A friend of hands, a foe of the delicate
A gallant whose dreams are not sullied

14. By the delusion of hands of the blind
Who tears the cloak of darkness with steeds

15. And rends the breast of daylight with horses
When the torrent of generosity floods

16. His hands snatch a torrent of bounty
When the emaciation of hopes grazes

17. In the meadow of his bounty, it becomes healthy
And how many wishes were granted through his bounty

18. The bounty of his brown spear in the battle
And whoever craved in the wake of hope

19. Spent the night in the shelter of his bounty
As your heart settled, O son of Husain

20. From longing and eyes of the empty wilderness
With the birth of Radiant, you gave her

21. The full moons after concealment
Her causes were jealous of her beauty

22. So next to her, their causes were captive
It is no wonder you see the likes of her

23. While your origin is generosity abounding
Hearts have lavished upon her their blackness

24. And joy was among the strewing
Had time been just we would not be content

25. With less than the hearts of brilliant stars
It is there, by them, that Allah has made

26. The chests of spears sing in lofty groves
And revived through them your glory of yore

27. And repelled through them all disgrace and shame
And the turbans of a people bowed through them

28. As they are honor for head veils
So it suffices you this pride in praise

29. Even if the water of glory ebbs in praise
It visits you among the hearts of foes

30. So it severs them in the chain of shrines
Your palm of glory became, from my praise,

31. Its bracelets circling in anklets