1. Has the news reached you, of what Bajila faced,
At the hands of spears, thrust with force at midday?

2. It was as if a thundercloud had struck them,
And drenched them thoroughly with heavy rain.

3. So give glad tidings to the followers of al-Mukhtar,
Whenever you pass by al-Kufa and its youth.

4. It gladdened my eyes, their fallen heroes,
A horde to be slain across the desert sands.

5. And it is not that their ruin brought me joy,
Though they were your enemies of high renown.

6. But I rejoiced at the humiliation Abu Is'haq now suffers,
Total disgrace and shame cast over him.

7. Nor did I grieve for their rich and their poor,
And what befell them in that violent fray.

8. But I was glad, my sleep was sweet,
As their killing brought peace and comfort to my soul.