أَعَينَيَّ لا تَستَعجلا الدَمعَ وَاِنظُرا
شَبيهَ اِبنِ اُمِّ المُؤمِنينَ المُوَدِّعِ
My eyes, do not hasten the tears and look
At the likeness of the son of Umm al-Mu'minin's farewell
وَلا تَأيَسا أَن يَشعَبَ الصَدعَ بَعدَهُ
أَريبٌ كَفَرعِ النَبعَةِ المُتَزَعزِعِ
Do not despair that the rift will heal after him
Dubious as the branch of the shaking spring
جَديرٌ بِأَن يَسعى اِبنَ صِدقٍ كَما سَعى
أَبوهُ عَلى مَسعى أَبٍ لَم يُضَيَّعِ
Worthy that the son of truth should strive as
His father strove in the endeavor of an undefeated father
فَإِنَّ أَخِلّاءَ اِبنَ زَينَبَ أَصبَحوا
شَتاتَ النَوى مِن مُصعِدٍ وَمُفَرِّعِ
For the friends of the son of Zaynab have become
Scattered seeds from valleys and plains
وَكانوا كَحَيٍّ قَبلَهُم ذَعذَعَت بِهِم
نَوائِبُ مِن أَيّامِ دَهرٍ مُذَعذَعِ
And they were like a revived tribe shaken by
The calamities of days of a turbulent time
فَلَمّا تَبَيَّنتُ النَعِيَّ تَبادَرَت
دُموعي كَسَكبِ الواكِفِ المُتَسَرِّعِ
When the elegy was clear, my tears rushed
Like the pouring of the hastening pilgrim
بِمَكحولَةٍ بِالصابِ طَلَّت كَأَنَّها
كُلى الغَربِ أَتَآهُ طِبابُ المُرَقَّعِ
With eyes reddened by tears, they spilled as if
The setting sun in the west was cloaked in clouds
عَلى هالِكٍ مُستَودِعٍ قَعرَ حُفرَةٍ
عَلى جالِها الأَعلى مَقامُ المُشَيَّعِ
For a perished one, laid to rest in the depth of a grave
While above him is the highest station of the mourned
فَكَيفَ سَلِمتُم لَم تَموتوا وَعَهدُكُم
بِهِ وَهوَ يُذري عَن أَكُفٍّ وَأَنرُعِ
How could you be safe? Why did you not die, and your pact with him
As he channeled from palms and forearms?