إنif ضاعَis lost وِترُكَyour blood-vengeance ياO بنson of حاميthe defender of الدينthe faith
إن ضاعَ وِترُكَ يا بن حامي الدين
لاmay ... not قالsay سيفُكyour sword للمناياto the fates of death كونيbe!
لا قال سيفُك للمنايا كوني
If your vengeance goes unclaimed, O son of the faith's defender,
If your vigour is lost, O son of Hamid al-Din
may your sword never say to death, 'Be!'
Your sword would not say to death: be!
أَولمor ... does not تُناهضrise against آلَthe House of حربٍHarb هاشمٌHashim
أَولم تُناهض آلَ حربٍ هاشمٌ
لاmay ... not بشّرتreceive glad tidings علويَّةٌan Alid woman بجنينof an unborn child
لا بشّرت علويَّةٌ بجنين
Or if Hashim does not rise against the House of Harb,
Or did the Hashimite not attack the houses of war?
may no Alid woman receive glad tidings of a child.
Good tidings did not come to the highbred with a fetus
أَمعلّلَO you who soothe with promises البيضِthe bright swords الرقاقslender بنهضةٍwith an uprising
أَمعلّلَ البيضِ الرقاق بنهضةٍ
فيon يومa day of حربٍbattle بالردىwith death مشحونladen
في يوم حربٍ بالردى مشحون
O you who soothe the slender bright swords with promises of rising
Or did the white blades stiffen with valor
on a day of battle laden with death,
On a day of war overflowing with calamity?
كمhow often ذاthis تهزُّكstirs you للكريهةِtoward battle حنَّةٌa yearning whinny
كم ذا تهزُّك للكريهةِ حنَّةٌ
منfrom كلّevery مشجيةplaintive in الصهيلneighing صفونa poised steed
من كلّ مشجية الصهيل صفون
how often does a yearning whinny stir you toward battle,
How much does sorrow shake you, O Hannah
from every poised steed whose neigh stirs sorrow?
From every drawn sword clashing brightly?
طالhas grown long انتظارُthe waiting of السمرِthe dusky spears طعنتكَfor your thrust التيwhich
طال انتظارُ السمرِ طعنتكَ التي
تلدُbegets المنونَdeath بنفسwithin the soul of كلّevery طعينone pierced
تلدُ المنونَ بنفس كلّ طعين
The dusky spears have long awaited that thrust of yours
Long has been the awaiting of the sword that pierces you
that begets death in the soul of every man it pierces.
Each sharp edge begets death with every stab
عجباًhow strange لسيفكof your sword كيفhow يألفgrows accustomed to غمدَهits sheath
عجباً لسيفك كيف يألف غمدَه
وشباهُwhile its keen edges كافلُguarantee وِترهits blood-vengeance المضمونpledged
وشباهُ كافلُ وِتره المضمون
Strange that your sword should grow accustomed to its sheath,
Strange is your sword, how it is accustomed to its sheath
while its keen edges guarantee its pledged vengeance!
While its peers unsheathe, ready and keen
للهhow wondrous قلبُكyour heart وهوwhile it is أغضبُfiercest in anger للهدىfor true guidance
لله قلبُك وهو أغضبُ للهدى
ماhow كانhas been أصبرَهpatient it is لهتكwith the desecration of الدينthe faith
ما كان أصبرَه لهتك الدين
How wondrous your heart, so wrathful for true guidance—
By God, your heart – though most wrathful for the truth
how patiently it has endured the desecration of the faith!
Was not more patient when the faith was violated
فيماin what اعتذارُكis your excuse للنهوضconcerning rising وفيكمwhile among you
فيما اعتذارُك للنهوض وفيكم
للضيمof oppression وَسمٌa brand فوقupon كلِّevery جبينbrow
للضيم وَسمٌ فوق كلِّ جبين
What excuse have you for not rising, when among you
What is your excuse for not rising up when among you
a brand of oppression lies upon every brow?
Are stigmata above every forehead?
أَيمينُكمhas your right hand فقدَتlost قوائمَthe hilts of بيضِهاits bright swords
أَيمينُكم فقدَت قوائمَ بيضِها
أَمor خيلكمyour horses أضحتhave become بغيرwithout مُتونbacks
أَم خيلكم أضحت بغير مُتون
Has your right hand lost the hilts of its bright swords,
Have your steeds lost their sturdy legs?
or do your horses now have no backs?
Or have your horses become without vigour?
لاmay ... not استكّbe deafened سمعthe hearing of الدهرtime سيفُكyour sword صارخاًcrying out
لا استكّ سمع الدهر سيفُك صارخاً
فيamong الهامthe skulls فاصلُcleaving حدّهits edge المسنونsharpened
في الهام فاصلُ حدّه المسنون
May time's ear never be deafened by your sword crying out
If your sword does not scream aloud
among the skulls, its sharpened edge cleaving,
Piercing the darkness with its rising
إنif لمnot تُقدهاyou lead them فيthrough القتامbattle-dust طوالعاًsurging forth
إن لم تُقدها في القتام طوالعاً
فكأنَّهاso they seem like قِطعُmasses of السحابِclouds الجونdark
فكأنَّها قِطعُ السحابِ الجون
unless you lead them surging through the battle-dust,
As if they are pieces of scattered clouds
as though they were masses of dark cloud.
When unsheathed in Tihama unlike in China
ماnot إنindeed سطتthey assailed بحماةupon the defenders of ثغرِthe frontier of تهامةٍTihamah
ما إن سطت بحماة ثغرِ تهامةٍ
إلاَّexcept that ذَعرنthey terrified حماةَthe defenders of ثغرthe frontier of الصينChina
إلاَّ ذَعرن حماةَ ثغر الصين
No sooner do they assail the defenders of Tihamah's frontier
Bearing from you to the enemies a piercing blow
than they terrify the defenders of China's frontier.
Which throws death onto death with certainty
يحملنthey carry منكfrom you إلىtoward الأعاديthe foes مخدراًa lion in his lair
يحملن منك إلى الأعادي مخدراً
يرميstrikes المنونَDeath لقاؤهencountering him بمنونِwith death
يرمي المنونَ لقاؤه بمنونِ
They bear you to the foes, a lion from his lair,
If dressed for war it snatches the burrows’ covers
whose encounter strikes Death itself with death.
Exposing all the enemies' nests
غضبانَwrathful إنwhen لبسَhe donned الضواحيthe open country مصحِراًventuring into the desert
غضبانَ إن لبسَ الضواحي مصحِراً
نزعتyielded لهto him الآسادthe lions كلَّevery عرينden
نزعت له الآساد كلَّ عرين
Wrathful, when he dons the open plains and ventures into the desert,
When will I see you stabbing the core of every sturdy knight
the lions yield every den to him.
With a spear while tears like beads slide down their eyes?
فمتىso when أراكshall I see you وأنتwhile you are فيat أعقابهاtheir heels
فمتى أراك وأنت في أعقابها
بالرمحwith the spear تطعنُyou pierce صلبَthe spine of كلّevery ركينstalwart foe
بالرمح تطعنُ صلبَ كلّ ركين
When shall I see you following at their heels,
No sooner had they blinked than they saw
piercing with your spear the spine of every stalwart foe?
The thorns of spears as a certain vision
حيثwhere الطريدthe fugitive أمامbefore رمحكyour spear دمعهُhis tears
حيث الطريد أمام رمحك دمعهُ
كغروبِlike the torrents of هاضبةِa downpouring cloud القطارraindrops هتونِraining ceaselessly
كغروبِ هاضبةِ القطار هتونِ
Where the fugitive's tears before your spear
And from the bodies that violently crash the ground
are like torrents from a cloud pouring ceaseless rain,
Between a struck and a stabbed one
لمnot يمسحنَّhe ever wipes جفونَهhis eyelids إلاَّwithout رأىseeing
لم يمسحنَّ جفونَه إلاَّ رأى
شوكَthe thorns of القناthe spears الأهدابَas eyelashes رأيa sight of يقينcertainty
شوكَ القنا الأهدابَ رأي يقين
he never wipes his eyelids without seeing
And death grows weary of reaping enemy souls
the spears' thorns as his eyelashes, beyond all doubt.
Due to your cutting off each string
ومنand from الجسومthe bodies تُزاحِمُcrowds against الأرضthe earth السماthe sky
ومن الجسوم تُزاحِمُ الأرض السما
ماthose بينbetween مضروبٍone struck by swords إلىto مطعونone pierced by spears
ما بين مضروبٍ إلى مطعون
And with the bodies, earth crowds against the sky,
Then you pave the earth with the command of a just leader
from those struck by swords to those pierced by spears.
And the prohibition of an all-knowing and equitable trustworthy one
والموتُand Death يسأمgrows weary of قبضtaking أرواحthe souls of العدىthe foes
والموتُ يسأم قبض أرواح العدى
تعباًexhausted لِقطعكby your severing حبلَthe cord of كلِّevery وتينvital artery
تعباً لِقطعك حبلَ كلِّ وتين
And Death tires of gathering the souls of your foes,
With the illumination of an unsheathed blade and proven resolve
exhausted by your severing the cord of every vital artery.
And the composure of an able one and the might of a potent one
فتمهّدso you set in order الدنياthe world بإمرةby the rule of عادلٍa just man
فتمهّد الدنيا بإمرة عادلٍ
وبنهيand by the prohibitions of علاّمٍone deeply learned وقسطand the justice of أمينone trustworthy
وبنهي علاّمٍ وقسط أمين
Then you set the world aright through a just man's rule,
Will you forbid your sword from the heads of a folk
a deeply learned man's prohibitions and a trustworthy man's justice,
And leave them rolling in the dust in arrays?
ومُضاءand the decisiveness of منصلتٍone with drawn sword وعزمand the resolve of مجرّبٍone tried and tested
ومُضاء منصلتٍ وعزم مجرّبٍ
وأناتِand the deliberation of مقتدرٍone powerful وبطشِand the might of مكينone firmly established
وأناتِ مقتدرٍ وبطشِ مكين
the decisiveness of one with drawn sword and a veteran's resolve,
The yearning of their white blades after you
a powerful man's deliberation and a mighty man's force.
Has filled time with moaning and longing
أتُشيمُdo you sheath سيفَكَyour sword عنaway from جماجمthe skulls of معشرٍa people
أتُشيمُ سيفَكَ عن جماجم معشرٍ
وتروكمwho bereaved you بالذُحلin blood-vengeance فيat صفينSiffin
وتروكم بالذُحل في صفين
Will you sheath your sword away from the skulls of a people
The hidden hatred of paganism within them
who bereaved you in blood-vengeance at Siffin?
Whence you set upon them with an ambush
وحنينُand the moaning of بيضهمtheir bright swords الرقاقِslender بهامكمagainst your heads
وحنينُ بيضهم الرقاقِ بهامكم
ملأَfilled الزمانَtime برنَّةٍwith ringing وحنينand lament
ملأَ الزمانَ برنَّةٍ وحنين
The moaning of their slender bright swords against your heads
They have denied themselves by the edges of the swords
filled time with ringing and lament.
The essence of which has been hidden and treasured
وكمينُand the lurking حقدhatred of الجاهليَّةِthe age of ignorance فيهمwithin them
وكمينُ حقد الجاهليَّةِ فيهم
أنَّىwherever طلعتمyou appeared غالكمtreacherously slew you بكمينfrom ambush
أنَّى طلعتم غالكم بكمين
And the lurking hatred of the age of ignorance within them,
How many arenas where they severed your necks with blood
wherever you appeared, slew you treacherously from ambush.
Among which your eyes were crying!
غصبوكمthey robbed you of بشباwith the sharp edges of الصوارمthe cutting swords أنفساًlives
غصبوكم بشبا الصوارم أنفساً
قامstood الوجودُexistence بسرّهاby their mystery المكنونhidden
قام الوجودُ بسرّها المكنون
With the edges of cutting swords they robbed you of lives
No day is like yours at the land of Karbala
whose hidden mystery upheld existence.
Among the passed eras, a day of agony
كمhow many موقفٍa battlefield حلبواthey milked رقابكمyour necks دماًfor blood
كم موقفٍ حلبوا رقابكم دماً
فيهthere وأعينكمand your eyes نجيعthe gore of شؤونtear-ducts
فيه وأعينكم نجيع شؤون
How many a battlefield where they milked your necks for blood,
On it they sharpened blades for your grandfather
and there your eyes for gore from their tear-ducts!
Leaving your faces without noses
لاno مثلَlike يومكمyour day بعرصةon the field of كربلاKarbala
لا مثلَ يومكم بعرصة كربلا
فيin سالفاتthe bygone ages of الدهرtime يَومُa day of شجونsorrows
في سالفات الدهر يَومُ شجون
No day is like yours on the field of Karbala—
A day of tribulation that patiently suffered an ordeal
no sorrowful day in all the bygone ages.
That would be ransomed with all of creation
قدindeed أرهفواthey sharpened فيهon it لِجدكَagainst your grandfather أنصلاًblades
قد أرهفوا فيه لِجدكَ أنصلاً
تركتthey left وجوهَكمyour faces بلاwithout عِرنينa nose
تركت وجوهَكم بلا عِرنين
That day they sharpened blades against your grandfather
So it settled in the outskirts of Hijr, prey
that left your faces without noses.
Under the swords to whose sharpness it succumbed
يومٌa day أبيُّthe scorner of الضيمoppression صابَرpatiently endured مِحنةًan ordeal
يومٌ أبيُّ الضيم صابَر مِحنةً
تُفدىmay you be ransomed بجملةwith the entirety of عالمthe world of التكوينcreation
تُفدى بجملة عالم التكوين
A day when he who scorned oppression endured an ordeal—
The galaxies halted when it fell down
may the whole created universe be your ransom!
And their motions turned still
فثوىthen he lay fallen بضاحيةin the exposed open of الهجيرmidday heat ضريبةًa target for blows
فثوى بضاحية الهجير ضريبةً
تحتbeneath السيوفِthe swords لحدّهاfor their edge المسنونsharpened
تحت السيوفِ لحدّها المسنون
Then he lay in the exposed midday heat, a target
And the soul eulogized it crying from the unseen:
beneath the swords for their sharpened edges.
“O heart of a God, how can the spear reach you
وقفتstood still لهfor him الأفلاكُthe celestial spheres حينَat the time of هويّهhis fall
وقفت له الأفلاكُ حينَ هويّه
وتبدَّلتand turned حركاتُهاtheir motions بسكونto stillness
وتبدَّلت حركاتُها بسكون
The celestial spheres stood still for him as he fell,
When you are behind the veil that is guarded?”
and their motions turned to stillness.
It struck your forehead while the swords did
وبهاand amid them نعاهannounced his death الروحُthe Spirit يهتفُcalling out منشداًchanting verse
وبها نعاه الروحُ يهتفُ منشداً
عنfrom قلبthe heart of والهةٍa grief-stricken woman بصوتin a voice حزينsorrowful
عن قلب والهةٍ بصوت حزين
Amid them the Spirit announced his death, calling out in verse,
And were it not for your support, they would not be for the right
from a grief-stricken woman's heart, in a sorrowful voice:
You were not faint in strength when you fell down
أضميرO innermost secret of غيبthe unseen of اللهGod كيفhow لكto you القناthe spears
أضمير غيب الله كيف لك القنا
نفذتpenetrated وراءَbeyond حجابهHis veil المخزونconcealed
نفذت وراءَ حجابه المخزون
O innermost secret of God's unseen, how did the spears reach you,
So I say you were not aided with support
penetrating beyond His hidden veil?
As for your white hair, it is the most righteous
وتصكُّand strike جبهتكyour brow السيوفُthe swords وإنَّهاthough they
وتصكُّ جبهتك السيوفُ وإنَّها
لولاbut for يمينُكyour right hand لمnot تكنthey would have been ليمينfor a right hand
لولا يمينُك لم تكن ليمين
And swords battered your brow, though they,
Of all prophecies and omens
but for your right hand, would never have served a right hand.
If you wished to esteem this life, the fates
ماnot كنتَyou were حينwhen صُرعتَyou were struck down مضعوفweakened in القوىstrength
ما كنتَ حين صُرعتَ مضعوف القوى
فأقولso I might say لمnot تُرفدyou were aided بنصرwith succor معينhelping
فأقول لم تُرفد بنصر معين
You were not feeble in strength when you were struck down,
Would have lowered for you all valuables
so that I could say no helpful succor was granted you.
Or you wished to erase your enemies until
وأماand indeed وشيبتِكَby your gray hair الخضيبةِstained إنَّهاit is indeed
وأما وشيبتِكَ الخضيبةِ إنَّها
لأبرُّsurely the truest of كلِّevery إليّةٍsolemn oath ويمينand pledge
لأبرُّ كلِّ إليّةٍ ويمين
And indeed, by your stained gray hair—it is
No trace of them on earth could be seen
surely the truest of all solemn oaths and pledges.
You would have grasped the horizons against them
لوif كنتَyou had تستامُsought to buy الحياةَlife لأرخصتwould surely have cheapened
لو كنتَ تستامُ الحياةَ لأرخصت
منهاof it لكfor you الأقدارُthe fates كلّevery ثمينprecious thing
منها لك الأقدارُ كلّ ثمين
Had you sought to purchase life, the fates would have cheapened
And filled its horizons with a lethal army
for you every precious thing within it.
Until by it you would not have left
أوor شئتَyou had wished محوَto erase عداكyour foes حتَّىuntil لاnot يُرىcould be seen
أو شئتَ محوَ عداك حتَّى لا يُرى
منهمof them علىupon الغبراءthe dusty earth شخصa person قطينdwelling there
منهم على الغبراء شخص قطين
Or had you wished to erase your foes until none could be seen
A blower of embers among them in any forts or castles
of them upon the dusty earth, not a single inhabitant,
But a folk called you to sacrifice yourself
لأخذتَyou would surely have seized آفاقَthe horizons of البلادِthe lands عليهمagainst them
لأخذتَ آفاقَ البلادِ عليهم
وشحنتَand you would have filled قطريهاits two reaches بجيشwith an army of منونdeath
وشحنتَ قطريها بجيش منون
you would have sealed the land's horizons against them,
The time came for their buried misguidance to spread
and filled both its expanses with an army of death,
So you saw that meeting your Lord sacrificing
حتَّىuntil بهاthere لمnot تُبقyou left نافخَone blowing ضرمةٍa glowing ember
حتَّى بها لم تُبق نافخَ ضرمةٍ
منهمof them بكلِّin every مفاوزٍwilderness وَحصونand fortress
منهم بكلِّ مفاوزٍ وَحصون
until you left no one there to breathe upon an ember
Your soul was better than living in disgrace
among them, in any wilderness or fortress.
So you were patient where flames kindled
لكنbut دعتكcalled you لبذلِto offer نفسِكyour life عصبةٌa band
لكن دعتك لبذلِ نفسِك عصبةٌ
حانthe time had come انتشارُfor the spreading of ضلالِهاits misguidance المدفونburied
حان انتشارُ ضلالِها المدفون
But a band summoned you to offer up your life,
A blow melting the heart of every composed one
the time having come for its buried misguidance to spread.
And war crushed its thorns with its mills
فرأيتَso you saw أنَّthat لقاءَmeeting ربِّكyour Lord باذلاًfreely offering
فرأيتَ أنَّ لقاءَ ربِّك باذلاً
للنفسof your life أفضلُbetter منthan بقاءliving on ضنينone who hoards it
للنفس أفضلُ من بقاء ضنين
So you saw that meeting your Lord, freely offering
And fear inspired the dreams of every wise one
your life, was better than living on while hoarding it.
And the swords arched above you like ribs
فصبرتَso you held steadfast نفسكyourself حيثwhere تلتهبblaze الضُباthe sword-edges
فصبرتَ نفسك حيث تلتهب الضُبا
ضرباًwith blows يذيبthat melt فؤادَthe heart of كلّevery رزينsteadfast man
ضرباً يذيب فؤادَ كلّ رزين
So you held yourself steadfast where sword-edges blazed,
And the white blades closed like eyelids
with blows that melt every steadfast heart.
And you spent your lifeblood among a folk
والحربُwhile war تطحنgrinds شوسَهاits fierce warriors برحاتِهاwith its millstone
والحربُ تطحن شوسَها برحاتِها
والرعبand terror يَلهمdevours حلمَthe composure of كلّevery رصينfirm-minded man
والرعب يَلهم حلمَ كلّ رصين
While war ground its fierce warriors with its millstone,
Who were carried with the foulest of chests and abdomens
and terror devoured every steadfast man's composure,
And the greatest day after yours dawned
والسمرُand the dusky spears كالأضلاعlike ribs فوقكabove you تنحنيbend
والسمرُ كالأضلاع فوقك تنحني
والبيضُand the bright swords تنطبقclose انطباقas the closing of جفونيmy eyelids
والبيضُ تنطبق انطباق جفوني
the dusky spears bent above you like ribs,
Upon Islam – from it every fetus turns white
and the bright swords closed as my eyelids close.
A day the captives walked as the enemy pleased
وقضيتَand you fulfilled نحبَكyour destined death بينbetween أظهرthe backs of معشرٍa people
وقضيتَ نحبَك بين أظهر معشرٍ
حُملواthey were borne بأخبثby the foulest أظهُرٍbacks وبطونand wombs
حُملوا بأخبث أظهُرٍ وبطون
And you met your destined death amid a people
Among them the Fatimids from the clan of Yasin
borne by the foulest backs and wombs.
They were brought out from the sanctuary of the Prophet and it is
وأَجلُّand the gravest يومٍday بعدafter يومكyour day حلَّbefell فيin
وأَجلُّ يومٍ بعد يومك حلَّ في
الإِسلامIslam منهfrom which يشيبُturns gray كلُّevery جنينunborn child
الإِسلام منه يشيبُ كلُّ جنين
And the gravest day after yours came upon
A sanctuary of God, lucidly evident
Islam, a day that turns every unborn child gray:
From every inviolable place, they were taken by force against their will
يومٌa day سرتjourneyed أسرىas captives كماas شاءwilled العدىthe foes
يومٌ سرت أسرى كما شاء العدى
فيهon it الفواطمُthe Fatimahs منfrom بنيthe descendants of ياسينYa Sin
فيه الفواطمُ من بني ياسين
a day when captives journeyed as the foes willed—
Becoming without shelter or refuge
the Fatimahs from the House of Ya Sin.
Deprived while their lights were veiled
أُبرزنthey were brought out منfrom حرمthe sanctuary of النبيّthe Prophet وإنَّهand indeed it is
أُبرزن من حرم النبيّ وإنَّه
حرمُthe sanctuary of الإِلهGod بواضحِby clear التبيينdeclaration
حرمُ الإِله بواضحِ التبيين
They were brought out of the Prophet's sanctuary, which is
From free faces, virtuously guarded
God's sanctuary, as plainly declared.
The calamities threw them in wilderness
منof كلِّevery محصنةٍchaste woman هناكthere برغمهاagainst her will
من كلِّ محصنةٍ هناك برغمها
أضحتshe became بلاwithout خدرٍa secluded chamber ولاnor تحصينprotection
أضحت بلا خدرٍ ولا تحصين
Every chaste woman there, against her will,
To the barren plain of Hijr, rugged
was left without a secluded chamber or protection.
So Bahjira became at midday after it was
سُلبتshe was stripped وقدthough already حجبَhad barred النواظرُthe gazes نَورُهاher radiance
سُلبت وقد حجبَ النواظرُ نَورُها
عنfrom حُرّa noble وجهٍface بالعفافby chastity مصونguarded
عن حُرّ وجهٍ بالعفاف مصون
She was stripped, though her radiance had barred all eyes
At the most shaded places, sheltered
from a noble face protected by chastity.
Does the ardour of her sunburn not kindle a fire?
قذفتcast بهنَّthem يدُthe hand of الخطوبِcalamities بقفرةٍinto a wasteland
قذفت بهنَّ يدُ الخطوبِ بقفرةٍ
هيماءَwaterless صاليةِburning in الهجيرmidday heat شطونremote
هيماءَ صاليةِ الهجير شطون
The hand of calamity cast them into a wilderness
She starts comforting her heart with a wail
waterless, scorched by noon, far remote.
The enemies challenged them with tribulations
فغدتso she came to be بهاجرةin the scorching heat of الظهيرةnoon بعدماafter
فغدت بهاجرة الظهيرة بعدما
كانتshe had been بفيَّاحin a place of spreading الظِلالshade حصينwell-protected
كانت بفيَّاح الظِلال حصين
So she came to the scorching heat of noon, after
Hurling those smooth plains into unevenness
dwelling in a secure retreat of spreading shade.
Never did your age flow sweetly, O time
حرّىparched متىwhenever التهبتblazed حشاشتُهاher remaining life ظماًwith thirst
حرّى متى التهبت حشاشتُها ظماً
طفِقتshe began تُروِّحto cool قلبهاher heart بأنينwith moaning
طفِقت تُروِّح قلبها بأنين
Parched, whenever her life's last spark blazed with thirst,
Nor did your rivers stream to the land with a spring
she began to cool her heart with moaning.
It was not an opportunity for you to annul a deal
وَحَدتand drove with chanting بهاthem الأعداءُthe foes فوقupon مصاعبٍunruly camels
وَحَدت بها الأعداءُ فوق مصاعبٍ
ترميhurling السهولَthe level plains منof الفلاthe desert بحُزونagainst rugged ground
ترمي السهولَ من الفلا بحُزون
And the foes drove them with chanting atop unruly camels,
In which you gained the regrets of the deceived
hurling the desert's plains against its rugged ground.
You gathered your forces on a day in which
لاmay ... not طابbe pleasant ظلُّكَyour shade ياO زمانُTime ولاnor may جرتflow
لا طاب ظلُّكَ يا زمانُ ولا جرت
أنهارُthe rivers of مائِكyour water للورىfor humankind بمعينwith clear flowing water
أنهارُ مائِك للورى بمعين
May your shade never be pleasant, O Time, nor may
You impregnated the mother of occurrences with the unborn
your rivers run with clear water for humankind.
From the day you created the Karbala tribulation
ماhow كانwas أوكَسهاruinous it was لفكّكfor your jaws صفقةًa bargain
ما كان أوكَسها لفكّك صفقةً
فيهاin which ربحتyou gained ندامةَthe remorse of المغبونone cheated
فيها ربحت ندامةَ المغبون
What a ruinous bargain it was for your jaws,
It was sterile, for its offspring there is no life
in which you gained the remorse of one cheated!
The protectors of the realm of faith, where your swords
فلقدfor indeed جمعتyou gathered قِواكyour strength فيon يومa day بهin which
فلقد جمعت قِواك في يوم به
ألقحتyou impregnated أمَّthe mother of الحادثاتcalamities الجونdark
ألقحت أمَّ الحادثات الجون
For you gathered your strength on a day in which
Followed its established, smooth approach
you impregnated the mother of dark calamities.
May God send blessings upon you, of whom
وبهand on it مُذsince ابتكرتyou first devised مصيبةthe calamity of كربلاKarbala
وبه مُذ ابتكرت مصيبة كربلا
عقُمتshe grew barren فماso there is no لنتاجهاfor her bearing young منany حينtime
عقُمت فما لنتاجها من حين
And since, on that day, you devised Karbala's calamity,
The minarets proclaimed the name of the best trustee
she grew barren, with no season for her to bear.
أحماةَO defenders of ثغرِthe frontier of الدينthe faith حيثُwhere سيوفكمyour swords
أحماةَ ثغرِ الدين حيثُ سيوفكم
شَرعتopened محجّةَthe clear road of نهجهِits way المسنونordained
شَرعت محجّةَ نهجهِ المسنون
O defenders of the faith's frontier, where your swords
opened the clear road of its ordained way,
صلَّىmay ... bless الإِلهُGod عليكمupon you ماas long as مِنكمthrough you
صلَّى الإِلهُ عليكم ما مِنكم
هتفَcalled out الصوامعُthe minarets باسمwith the name of خيرthe best أمينtrustworthy one
هتفَ الصوامعُ باسم خير أمين
may God bless you for as long as, through you,
the minarets proclaim the name of the best of the trustworthy.
Partial English translation: 117 of 122 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1