وَما اُمُّكُم تَحتَ الخَوافِقِ وَالقَنا

بِثَكلى وَلا زَهراءَ مِن نِسوَةٍ زُهرِ

And your mother is not beneath tents and spear

My bereavement - no Zahra of the blossoming women

أَلَستُم أَقَلَّ الناسِ عِندَ لِوائِهِم

وَأَكثَرَهُم عِندَ الذَبيحَةِ وَالقِدرِ

Are you not the meanest of people with their banners

And most of them at the slaughter and the cooking pot