1. Alas, O people! Is there no repeller
Of what has been destined?

2. Is there no returning of the good old days?
I recall an era now past and gone,

3. The daughters of joy have scattered,
And tears streamed down from me.

4. The exuberance of youth reminded me of loved ones,
And those who died nobly among them, eminent and lofty.

5. They lived in bliss and their dwellings
Became desolate, and the land empty of them.

6. They stood with the Messenger on the day of Badr,
With the shadows of death above them and gleaming swords.

7. He called and they answered willingly and rightly,
All obedient to him in every matter and listening.

8. They did not waver until they came together as a group,
For only fate ends lives.

9. They hoped for his intercession,
For none can intercede except the prophets.

10. This, O best of creation, is our affliction,
And our gathering place is with God, and death the fallen.

11. We were the first to come to you and those after us
Will follow the first in obedience to God.