يا مُنسِيَ المَأتَمِ أَشجانَهُم

لَمّا أَتاهُم في المُعَزّينا

O you who makes the grieved forget their sorrows

O you who made the funeral gathering forget their sorrows when appearing among the consolers,

When consolation comes to them from us

She lifted the embroidered veil from a countenance that God has robed in beauty,

حَلَّت قِناعَ الوَشيِ عَن صورَةٍ

أَلبَسَها اللَهُ التَحاسينا

The mask of sadness has uncovered a face

She captivated the women with her stunning form, so that they weep now only out of social obligation,

That God has adorned with beauty

For it is the right of that face to beguile the sorrowful heart away from its grief.

فَاستَفتَنَتهُنَّ بِتِمثالِها

فَهُنَّ لِلتَكليفِ يَبكينا

They were tempted by her appearance

And now they weep for the ordeal

حَقٌّ لِذاكَ الوَجهِ أَن يَزدَهي

عَن حُزنِهِ مَن كانَ مَخزونا

That face deserves to shine

Free from the sadness of those in despair