أَذُمُّ إِليكَ تَغليسَ الدُجونِ

وَلَمعَ البَرقِ في زَجِلٍ هُتونِ

I yearn for the gleam of lanterns in the dark dungeons,

And the flash of lightning in mellow torrential rain,

وَمَيلَهُما بِعَزمِ أَبي عَلِيٍّ

إِلى صَهباءَ تُشرِقُ في العُيونِ

Inclining with my father Ali's determination,

Towards the brilliant dawn shining in the eyes.

وَكَم مِن حاجَةٍ عيقَت وَنُجحٍ

لَواهُ المَطلُ حيناً بَعدَ حينِ

Many stalled hopes were later fulfilled,

When time's delay ended after a while.

وَما كانَ السَحابُ عَلى أَذاتي

بِمُتَّهَمِ البُكورِ وَلا ظَنينِ

The clouds were never suspect

Of plotting at dawn or being dubious.

فَلا تَمزُج بِماءِ المُزنِ كَأسي

وَعَدِّ بِها إِلى الماءِ المَعينِ

So do not mix my cup with muddy water,

Take it back to the clear flowing spring.