يَقولُ أَميرٌ غادِرٌ جِدُّ غادِرٍ
أَلا كُنتَ قاتَلتَ الشَّهيدَ اِبنَ فاطِمَه
A treacherous prince of the treacherous says:
If only you had killed the martyred son of Fatimah,
وَنَفسي عَلى خذلانِهِ وَاِعتِزالِهِ
وَبَيعَةِ هَذا الناكِثِ العَهد لائِمَه
And my soul is anguished at his abandonment and seclusion,
And the pledge of allegiance to this covenant-breaking blamer.
فَوا نَدَمي أَلا أَكونَ نَصَرتُهُ
أَلا كُلُّ نَفسٍ لا تُسَدَّدُ نادِمَه
Oh how I regret that I did not support him!
Every soul filled with regret did not guide it.
وَإِنّي لأَنّي لَم أَكُن مِن حُماتِهِ
لذو حسرَةٍ ما إِن تُفارِق لازِمَه
I wish I was among his defenders,
Full of sorrow that does not leave its companion.
سَقى اللَّهُ أَرواحَ الَّذينَ تَأَزَّروا
عَلى نَصرِهِ سُقيا مِنَ الغَيثِ دائِمَه
May God water the souls of those who donned
His support with continuous rainwater.
وَقَفتُ عَلى أَجداثِهِم وَمَجالِهِم
فَكادَ الحَشا يَنقَضُّ وَالعَينُ ساجِمَه
I stood at their graves and places,
The eyes almost bursting and the tears flowing.
لَعَمري لَقَد كانوا مَصاليتَ في الوَغى
سِراعاً إِلى الهَيجا حُماةً خَضارِمَه
By my life, they were in battle my aid,
Quickly rushing to the fray, protectors with shining swords.
تَآسَوا عَلى نَصرِ اِبنِ بِنتِ نَبِيِّهِم
بِأَسيافِهِم آسادَ غيلٍ ضَراغِمَه
They aided the son of the Prophet's daughter
With their swords, lions in fierce attacks.
فَإِن يُقتَلوا فَكُلُّ نَفسٍ تَقِيَّةٍ
عَلى الأَرضِ قَد أَضحَت لِذَلِكَ واجِمَه
If they are killed, every cautious soul
On earth has become, for that, tearful.
وَما إِن رَأى الراؤونَ أَفضَلَ مِنهُم
لَدى المَوتِ ساداتٍ وَزهراً قماقِمَه
None who saw them at death
Were nobler than them, a blossoming society.
أَتَقتُلُهُم ظُلماً وَتَرجو وِدادَنا
فَدَع خُطَّةً لَيسَت لَنا بِمُلائِمَه
You kill them unjustly and still desire our affection!
Leave off a plan that does not suit us.
لَعَمري لَقَد راغَمتُمُونا بِقَتلِهِم
فَكَم ناقِمٍ مِنّا عَلَيكُم وَناقِمَه
By my life, you have opposed us by killing them,
So many resentful ones among us resentful.
أَهمُّ مراراً أَن أَسيرَ بِجَحفَلٍ
إِلى فِئَةٍ زاغَت عَنِ الحَقِّ ظالِمَه
I am bitter to march in an army
To a group that deviated from truth unjustly.
فَكُفّوا وَإِلا زُرتُكُم في كَتائِبٍ
أَشَدَّ عَلَيكُم مِن زُحوفِ الدَّيالِمَه
Refrain, or I will visit you in battalions
More severe upon you than charging horses.
