دَعني أُبَكّي كِسوَتي إِذ وَدَّعَت

فَلَأَزمَعَنَّ عَلى البُكا إِذ أَزمَعَت

Let me weep for my garment as it bids farewell,

For I will persist in weeping as it departs.

يا اِبنَ الحُسَينِ أَما تَرى دَرّاعَتي

سَمَلاً تَرَدَّت بِالبِلى وَتَدَرَّعَت

O son of Hussein, do you not see my coat of mail,

Tattered and worn from the pain it has endured.

فيها مِنَ التَمزيقِ ما لَو أَنَّهُ

مَرَّت بِها ريحُ الصَبا لَتَقَشَّعَت

In it are rips and tears, that if breezed by winds

Would have shredded and scattered without pause.

تَحكي تَخَرُّقَ طَيلَساني إِنَّها

مِنهُ تَعَلَّمتِ البِلى فَتَضَعضَعَت

It tells of how my mantle was torn apart,

Teaching the pain of rending and ripping anew.

لا فَرَّجَ الرحمنُ عَنهُ إِنَّهُ

أَعدى ثِيابي كُلَّها فَتَقَطَّعَت

May God grant him no solace, for he has torn

Each of my garments until they were in tatters.

فَلَتَحمَدِ اللَهَ الجِبالُ فَإِنَّها

لَو قارَنَتهُ تَخَشَّعَت وَتَصَدَّعَت

So praise God, O mountains, for were you to face him

You would bow down in dread and split into pieces.