أُمررْ على جدثِ الحسينِ

وقل لأعظُمِه الزكيّهْ

I pass by Hussein's tomb

And say to his most fragrant bones

يا أعظُماً لا زلتِ من

وَطفاءَ ساكبةٍ رويّهْ

O most fragrant one, you still are

Pouring profuse, streaming tears

ما لَذَّ عيشٌ بعد رضِّ

كِ بالجياد الأعْوَجِيّهْ

No life is sweet after your loss

With horses charging chaotically

قبرٌ تضمّنَ طيّباً

آباؤه خيرُ البريّهْ

A grave containing a sweet musk

Whose fathers are the best of creation

آباؤه أهلُ الريا

سةِ والخِلافةِ والوصيّهْ

His fathers, people of leadership

Of caliphate and trusteeship

والخيرِ والشّيمِ المهذّ

بةِ المطيَّبةِ الرضيّهْ

Of virtue and praised temper

Of pleasing, acceptable traits

فإذا مررتَ بقبرهِ

فأطلْ به وقفَ المطيّهْ

So if you pass by his tomb

Then descend and stop the riding beast

وابكِ المطهَّرِ للمطهَّر

والمطهّرةِ الزكيّهْ

And cry for the pure one, the pure

And the most immaculate, most fragrant

كبكاءِ مُعْوِلَة غَدت

يوماً بواحدِها المنيِّهْ

Like the crying of a wailing woman

Bereft one day of her beloved

والعنْ صَدى عمرِ بن سع

دٍ والملمّعِ بالنقيّهْ

And curse the memory of Umar Bin Sa’d

And his army armed with spears

شمرِ بن جوشنٍ الذي

طاحتْ به نفسٌ شقيّهْ

And Shamir Bin Jawshan who

Was destroyed by his wretched soul

جعلوا ابن بنتِ نبيّهم

غَرَضاً كما ترمى الدريِّهْ

They made the son of their prophet’s daughter

A target, as pearls are thrown

لم يَدعهُمْ لقتالهِ

إلاّ الجُعالةُ والعطيّهْ

Nothing led them to fight him

Except greed and desire for money

لما دَعوه لكي تُحكَّ

م فيه أولادُ البَغيّهْ

When they called him to come

To be judged by the sons of treason

أولادُ أخبثِ من مشى

مَرحاً وأخبثِهم سجيّهْ

The sons of the most despicable villain

And the most despicable of them, Sajjah

فعصاهمُ وأبت له

نفسٌ معزّزةٌ أبيَّهْ

But he disobeyed them and his

Honored, dignified soul refused

فغدوا له بالسّابغا

تِ عليهمِ والمَشرفيّهْ

So they attacked him with their swords

Their armor and fine Yemeni clothes

والبَيْضِ واليَلب اليما

ني والطوالِ السمهريّهْ

And white swords and Yemeni blades

Their tall Median horses

وهم ألوفٌ وهو في

سبعينَ نفساً هاشِميّهْ

While they were thousands and he had

Only seventy Hāshimī men

فَلقوه في خلفٍ لأح

مدَ مقبلين من الثنِيّهْ

So they confronted him in the rear

Coming from behind the dunes

مستيقنينَ بأنّهم

سِيقوا لأسبابِ المنّيهْ

Certain that they were being led

To the causes of prosperity

يا عين فابكِ ما حيي

تِ على ذوي الذممِ الوفيّهْ

Oh eye, cry for as long as

You live for people of integrity

لا عذرَ في تركِ البكا

ءِ دماً وأنتِ به حَريّهْ

No excuse to refrain from crying

Blood, while you are free