جَرَى مدمعى فوق الْمَحَاجِرِ وانْهَمَلْ

وحَرُّ الغَضَا قدْ زَادَ في القَلْبِ واشْتَعَلْ

My tears flowed over my cheeks and poured down

And the heat of sorrow has increased in my heart and ignited

وهَدَّ فُؤَادِى يَوْمَ أُخْبِرْتُ نَعْيَهُ

وضَاقَتْ بِيَ الدُّنيا ودَمْعِيَ قد هَطَلْ

And my heart collapsed the day I was told of his death

And the world narrowed around me as my tears fell

وزَادَتْ بِيَ الأحْزَانُ والْهَمُّ ضَرَّنِي

وعَنْ قَلْبِيَ الْمَحْزُونِ بِاللهِ لا تَسَلْ

And sorrows and worries increased around me

Do not ask about my grieving heart, by Allah

سَأَبْكِى عَلَيْهِ كُلَّمَا أَظْلَمَ الدُّجَى

وما ابْتَسَمَ الصُّبْحُ الْمُنِيرُ وما اسْتَهَلْ

I will cry for him every time dusk grows dark

And neither the bright dawn nor first light has smiled

لقَدْ كانَ بَدْرًا زَائِدَ الْحُسْنِ طَالِعًا

فأَصْبَحَ بَعْدَ النُّورِ والزَّهْوِ قدْ أفَلْ

He was a full moon, beautiful from the start

But after light and glory, he has set

وكانَ كَرِيمَ العَمِّ والْخَالِ سَيِّدًا

إذَا قَامَ سوقُ الْحَرْبِ لَمْ يَعْرِفِ الْوَجَلْ

Generous he was, and chief of uncles, a lord

When war’s horses gathered, he showed no dread

أحَاطَتْ بِهِ خَيْلُ اللِّئَامِ بِأَسْرِهِمْ

وقَدْ مَكَّنُوا مِنْهُ الْمُهَنَّدَ والأسَلْ

Vile enemies with chains surrounded him

Enable torture and iron upon him they put

فَوَا أسَفَا لَوْ أنَّنِى كُنتُ حَاضِرًا

بِأبْيَضَ مَاضٍ لِلْجَنَاحَيْنِ مُنتَصِلْ

Oh, would that I had been there, wings outspread

With a white blade that strikes left and right ahead

تَرَكْتُهُمُ وَسْطَ الْمَعَامِعِ جِيفَةً

عَلَيْهَا تُسَاقُ الطَّيْرُ في السَّهْلِ والْجَبَلْ

I'd have left them in the thick of battle, as corpses strewn

Over them the birds circle, on the plains, hills and dunes

وحَقِّ الَّذِى حَجَّتْ قُرَيْشٌ لِبَيْتِهِ

وأرْسَلَ طَهَ الْمُصْطَفَى غَايةَ الأمَلْ

By the right of He who the Quraysh circled at His House

And sent Taha and the Chosen as hope’s ultimate goal

لأقْتُلَ مِنْهُمْ في الوَغَى ألفَ سَيِّدٍ

إذَا سَلَّمَ الرَّحمنُ واتَّسَعَ الأجَلْ

I would kill a thousand chiefs of them in the fray’s heat

If the Merciful grants me life and expands my days