يا شَمْسَ حُسْنٍ أَشْرَقَتْ

مِنْ فَوْقِ غُصْنٍ مِنْ لُجَيْنِ

O sun of beauty that rose

Above a branch of wild pear,

اُنْظُرْ إِلى البَدْرِ المُنِي

فِ إِذا بَدَا في الفَرْقَدَيْنِ

Look upon the shining moon

When it appears between the Pleiades,

وَلَهِي عَلَيْهِ أَشَدُّ مِنْ

وَلَهِ البَتُولِ عَلَى الحُسَيْنِ

And it has overwhelmed me more than

The maiden's passion for al-Husayn.