سَلاَمٌ كأَزهار الرُّبَى يُتَنَسّمُ
عَلَى مَنزِلٍ منهُ الهُدَى يُتَعَلّمُ
Peace like the flowers of meadows exudes
From a dwelling where guidance is taught and imbued
عَلى مَصرَعٍ لِلفاطِمِيِّينَ غُيِّبَت
لأوجُهِهِم فِيهِ بُدُورٌ وَأَنجُمُ
At the Egyptians' sanctuary engulfed in gloom
Their faces in it like full moons consumed
عَلَى مَشهَدٍ لَو كُنت حَاضِرَ أَهلِهِ
لَعَايَنت أعضَاءَ النَّبِيِّ تُقَسَّمُ
At the shrine, had you seen the Prophet's kin
You'd have witnessed his limbs severed limb from limb
عَلَى كَربَلا لا أَخلَفَ الغَيثُ كَربَلا
وَإِلا فَإِنَّ الدَّمعَ أندَى وَأكرَمُ
At Karbala, neither rain nor drink availed
Only tears and blood that freely flowed and wailed
مَصَارِعُ ضجَّت يَثرِبٌ لِمُصَابِهَا
وَنَاحَ عَلَيهِنَّ الحَطِيمُ وَزَمزَمُ
The dwellings of Yathrib roared at their fate
Ruins and Zamzam cried at their devastated state
وَمَكَّةُ وَالأَستَارُ والرُّكنُ والصَّفَا
وَمَوقِفُ جَمع الحَطِيم وَزَمزَمُ
Mecca, the Black Stone, the Maqam and Safa
The Station of the Ruins and Zamzam, voices of woe
وَبِالحَجَرِ المَلثُومِ عُنوَانُ حَسرَةٍ
أَلستَ تَرَاهُ وَهوَ أَسوَدُ أَسحَمُ
The Black Stone a symbol of utter remorse
Can't you see how dark and battered it is, of course?
وَرَوضَةُ مَولانَا النَّبِيّ مُحَمَّدٍ
تَبَدَّى عَلَيهَا الثُّكلُ يَومَ تُخُرّمُ
The garden of our Master Muhammad now bereft
Since they were gone, only sorrow that day was left
وَمِنبره العُلوي وَالجِدعُ أَعوَلا
عَلَيهِم عَوِيلاً بِالضَّمَائِرِ يُفهَمُ
His lofty pulpit and palm trunk cry their fill
With hearts that understand their lament shrill
وَلَو قَدرت تِلكَ الجَمَادَات قدرهم
لَدُكَّ حِرَاءٌ وَاستُطِيرَ يلَملَمُ
If those inanimate objects could feel their pain
Stones would have wailed and birds fallen in vain
وَمَا قَدرُ مَا تَبكِي البلادُ وَأهلُهَا
لآلِ رَسُولِ اللَّهِ وَالرُّزءُ أَعظَمُ
No limit to the sorrow of the land and its people
For the Prophet's family, a tragedy ample
لَوَ انَّ رَسُولَ اللَّهِ يَحيَى بُعَيدَهُم
رَأى ابنُ زِيَادٍ أمّه كَيفَ تَعقمُ
If the Prophet alive when they were killed
Ibn Ziyad's mother her womb would have sealed
وَأَقبَلَتِ الزَّهراءُ قُدسَ تُربُهَا
تُنَادِي أَبَاهَا وَالمَدَامِعَ تَسجُمُ
Zahra came, blessings on her soul pure
Calling to her father as tears she did pour
تَقُولُ أَبِي هُم غَادَرُوا ابنَيَّ نُهبَةً
لِمَا صَاغَهُ قَينٌ وَمَا مَجَّ أرقَمُ
She said: My father, my son they took as spoils
Molded by Qayn, destiny's changing coils
سَقَوا حسناً بِالسُّمِّ كَأساً رَوِيَّةً
وَلَم يَقرَعُوا سِنّاً وَلَم يَتَنَدَّموا
To Hassan poison in a deadly cup they gave
No mercy, no qualms, no remorse they craved
وَهُم قَطَعُوا رَأسَ الحُسَينِ بِكَربَلا
كَأَنَّهُمُ قَد أَحسَنُوا حِينَ أُجرِمُ
Cut off Husayn's head they did in Karbala
As if they had done what is virtuous and proper
فَخُذ مِنهُمُ ثَارِي وَسَكِّن جَوَانِحاً
وَأجفَانَ عَينٍ تَستَطِيرُ وَتَسجُمُ
Take my revenge, bring peace to my heart and eyes
That overflow with tears and agonizing cries
أَبِي وَانتَصِر لِلسِّبطِ وَاذكُر مُصَابَهُ
وَغُلَّتَهُ والنَّهرُ رَيَّانُ مُفعَمُ
My father, avenge the grandson, recall his plight
His anguish as his blood colored waters bright
وَأَسْرَ بَنِيهِ بَعدَهُ وَاحتِمَالَهُم
كَأنَّهُمُ مِن نسلِ كِسرَى تُغُنَّمُ
His kin imprisoned after him, their sacrifice
Like the Sassanids' breed, all looted as price
وَنَقرَ يَزيدٍ في الثَّنَايَا التي اغتَدَت
ثَنَايَاكَ فِيهَا أَيُّهَا النُّورُ تَلثِمُ
Yazid's spite bore into the lips that did kiss
Yours, O Light, now gone into dark abyss
إِذَن صَدَقَ الصِّدِّيقُ حَملَةَ مُقدِمٍ
وَمَا فَارَقَ الفَارُوقَ مَاضٍ وَلَهذَمُ
Thus the truthful one was right, heralds of doom
Nothing left by the Farouk except empty room
وَعَاثَ بِهِم عُثمَانُ عَيثَ ابنِ حُرَّةٍ
وَأَعلَى عَليٌّ كَعبَ مَن كَانَ يُهضَمُ
On them Othman the wrath of Hurrah's son brought
While Ali exalted raised high what they wrought
وَجَبّ لَهُم جِبرِيلُ أَتمَكَ غَارِبٍ
مِنَ الغَيّ لا يُعلَى وَلا يُتَسَنّمُ
For them Jibreel called the prayer at nightfall
Veiled by darkness like a thief, no shine at all
وَلَكِنَّهَا أَقدَارُ رَبي بِهَا قَضَى
فَلا يَتَخَطَّى النَّقضُ مَا هُوَ يُبرِمُ
But it is the will of my Lord that's come to pass
No change can repeal what He has brought to amass
قَضَى اللَّهُ أَن يَقضِي عَلَيهِم عَبِيدهم
لِتَشقَى بِهِم تِلكَ العَبِيدُ وَتُنقَمُ
Allah willed that on them their slaves would prevail
So those slaves may suffer in torment and flail
هُمُ القَومُ أَمَّا سَعيُهُم فَمُخَيَّبٌ
مضَاعٌ وَأَمَّا دَارُهُم فَجَهَنَّمُ
Those people failed, their efforts came to naught
Their abode is Hell, that's the justice they sought
فَيَا أَيُّهَا المَغرُورُ وَاللَّهُ غَاضِبٌ
لِبنتِ رَسُولِ اللَّهِ أَينَ تُيَمِّمُ
You who were fooled, Allah's wrath on you weighs
What will you say to the Prophet's daughter and your deeds?
أَلا طَرَبٌ يُقلَى أَلا حُزن يُصطَفَى
أَلا أَدمُعٌ تُجرَى أَلا قَلبٌ يُضرَمُ
Oh what sorrow and grief to relate and imbue
What tears flow, what burning hearts crack in two
قِفُوا سَاعِدُونَا بِالدُّمُوعِ فَإِنَّهَا
لَتَصغُرُ فِي حَقِّ الحُسَينِ وَيَعظُمُ
Help us with tears, though they trivial may seem
For Husayn, they are fitting and utterly beseem
وَمَهمَا سَمِعتُم فِي الحُسَينِ مَرَاثِياً
تُعَبِّرُ عَن مَحضِ الأَسَى وَتُتَرجِمُ
However many elegies of Husayn you hear
That express only sorrow and make meaning clear
فَمُدُّوا أَكُفَّ المُسعدينَ بِدَعوَةٍ
وَصَلُّوا عَلَى جَدِّ الحُسَينِ وَسَلَّمُ
Stretch out your palms, pray that blessings may flow
On Husayn's grandfather, blessings we owe
