بَكَتْ عَيْني وحُقَّ لَهَا بُكَاهَا

وَمَا يُغنِي البُكَاءُ ولا العَوِيلُ

My eyes wept and they had the right to their weeping

Weeping and wailing are to no avail

عَلَى أَسَدِ الإله غَدَاةَ قالوا

أحمزةُ ذَاكُمُ الرّجُلُ القَتِيلُ

For the Lion of God, when on that morn they said

Alas! Hamzah lies there slain!

أُصِيبَ المُسْلِمُونَ بِهِ جميعاً

هُنَاكَ وَقَدْ أُصِيبَ بهِ الرّسُولُ

All Muslims were afflicted by his death there

And the Prophet himself was stricken by the blow

أبَا يَعْلَى لكَ الأَرْكَانُ هُدَّتْ

وأَنْتَ المَاجِدُ البَرُّ الوَصُولُ

Abu Ya'la, the places of honor are yours!

You were a man of glory and virtue.

عليكَ سَلاَمُ رَبِّكَ في جِنَانٍ

مُخالِطُهَا نعيمٌ لا يَزولُ

Upon you be your Lord's peace in gardens

Where eternal bliss that never ends is found

ألا يَا هَاشِمَ الأخيْيَارِ صَبْراً

فكُلُّ فِعالِكُمْ حَسَنٌ جميلُ

Take patience, O Hashim's excellent ones

All your deeds are fair and fine.

رَسُولُ اللهِ مصطبرٌ كَرِيمٌ

بأمْرِ اللهِ ينطقُ إذْ يَقُولُ

God's Messenger is forbearing and sublime

Speaking by God's command, he says

ألاَ مَنْ مُبَلغٌ عنّي لؤيّاً

فَبَعْدَ اليومِ دَائِلَةٌ تَدُولُ

Oh, would there were one to convey my words

To Liyâ'! Henceforth days will revolve.

وقبلَ اليومِ ما عَرَفُوا وَذَاقُوا

وَقَائِعُنَا بِهَا يُشفَى الغَلِيلُ

Ere this day they knew and tasted

The shock of our encounters that assuage all hurts

نَسِيتُم ضَرْبَنَا بِقَلِيبِ بَدْرٍ

غَدَاةَ أَتَاكُمُ الموتُ العَجيلُ

Have you forgot our blow at Badr's cistern

When swift death came upon you at morn?

غَدَاةَ ثَوَى أبو جهلٍ صَرِيعاً

عليهِ الطيرُ حَائِمةٌ تَجُولُ

That morn when Abû Jahl lay slain

With vultures hovering and wheeling o'er him.

وَعُتْبَةُ وابنُهُ خَرَّا جَمِيعاً

وَشَيْبَةُ عَضَّهُ السَّيْفُ الصَّقِيلُ

And 'Utbah and his son fell together

And Shaybah whom the sword, bright-polished, slew

ومُتْرِكُنَا أُميّةَ مُجْلَعِبّاً

وَفِي حَيزُومِهِ لَدْنٌ نَبِيلُ

And we made Umayyah a plaything, mocking him

With a camel's guts wrapped round his neck.

وَهَامُ بني رَبيعَةَ سَائِلُوهَا

فَفِي أسْيَافِنَا مِنْهَا فُلُولُ

The Bani Rabî'ah were suing Hind

But from them nought remains but remnants.

ألا يا هندُ فابكِي لاَ تَمَلِّي

فَأَنْتِ الوَالِهُ العَبْرَى الهَبُولُ

Weep on, O Hind, and spare not your weeping!

For you are one whose tears flow freely down.

ألا يا هِنْدُ لا تُبدِي شِماتاً

بحمزةَ إِنَّ عِزَّكُمُ ذَليلُ

Desist, O Hind, from any show of gladness

At Hamzah's fate, for your might is brought low!