لوعةٌ ما تزحزحُ
وجوى ليس يبرحَ
An anguish that does not subside,
A passion that does not depart,
وشجى ما أزال
أغبق منه وأصبحُ
A grief I have not yet removed,
More confounded than it, though morn arrives,
وأسىً كلما خبا
ضوؤه عاد يقدحُ
And a sorrow whenever it wanes,
Its light returns to be kindled,
وحسود يحاول ال
جد من حيث يمزحُ
And enviers attempting but no
Way where they jest,
فهو ياسو إذا حضر
ت وان غبت يجرح
Thus he is miserable if present
And hurts if absent,
فمداج مواربٍ
ومبين مصرح
So deviant and evasive
And evident and frank,
كأبن آوى يعوي
ورايء وكالكلب ينبحُ
Like a son who howls
And behind, like a dog that barks,
عجبي والخطوب
تبرح فينا وتسنح
My wonder is trouble persists in us and lodges,
And turns of fate sometimes thrust and sometimes gore,
وصروف الزمان
ترمح حيناً وتنطحُ
For my students, for the comfort of
Living and death, I go,
لطلابي لراحة ال
عيش والموت أروحُ
Tell the unjust profit
Through praise if he continues praising,
قل لباغي ربحٍ
بمدحٍ إذا ظل يمدحُ
Praise the Prophet's family, O unjust,
Through it profit profits,
مدح آل النبي يابا
غي الربح أربحُ
Through them salvation is granted
Tomorrow when fates are apportioned
من بهم تمنح النجاة
غداً حين تمنحُ
And through them matters are corrected
Which cannot otherwise be corrected,
وبهم تصلح الأمو
ر التي ليس تصلحُ
No eloquent one but by them
Is more eloquent than he,
ما فصيح إلا وهم
بالعلى منه أفصحُ
They surpassed explaining the prohibition
With an advice none can explain,
سبقوا شرح ذي النهى
بنهيّ ليس تشرحُ
To the dispossessed they are
The most generous hands and most giving,
هم على المعدمين
أوسع ايدٍ وأفسحُ
Whenever weighed against them
They are weightier,
كلما ووزنوا به
فهمُ منه أرجح
The birds of fire in the deserts
Birds whose cries ever resonate,
طير النار في الحشا
طائر ظل يصدح
Crying woefully, not knowing
That I for them lament,
ناح شجواً وما درى
أنني منه أنوحُ
I am more woeful in spirit than they
And more compassionate and wounded,
أنا أشجى منه فؤاداً
وأضنى وأقرحُ
I have a heart whose fire
Every day salt and burning,
لي فؤادٌ بناره
كل يوم ملوح
And desolate in the horizon's expanse
Are my scorches detailed,
وحشا بالمدى مدى
حرقاتي تشرح
For al-Husayn whom the affairs
With his mention overflow,
للحسين الذي الشؤ
ون بذكراه تسفح
The son of one who stood by guidance
When standing advising,
لابن من قام بالنصي
حة إذ قام ينصح
The slaughtered, slaughtered of
Thirst, as he is slaughtered,
الذبيح الذبيح من
عطشٍ وهو يذبحُ
One who saw the Prophet's son
In his blood, how he swims
من رأى ابن النبي
في دمه كيف يسبح
Aspiring, his gaze towards
His family when he aspires,
طامحاً طرفه إلى
أهله حين يطمحُ
Blinking his eye,
While in Karbala's woes, opening,
يطبق العين و
هو في كرباتٍ ويفتحُ
In me is an ardor for al-Husayn
That agonizes my heart and wounds,
بي جويّ للحسين
يولم قلبي ويقرح
A hero whose like
No bed has ever contained,
أبطحيٌ ما إن حوى
مثله قسط أبطح
Honors glimpse from
His face when they glimpse,
تلمح المكرمات من
طرفه حين تلمحُ
What grave through the slain
Became filled, triumphant,
أي قبرٍ بالطف
أضحى به الطف بنجح
By my father the slain, discarded
To exaltation, in it discarded,
بأبي الطف مطرحاً
للعلى فيه مطرحُ
The earth's expanse by it
Grieves while the interior rejoices,
ظاهر الأرض منه
محزن والبطن تفرحُ
The journey was pleasant with the slain, and they became
From a slain poured
مالسفر بالطف أمسوا
حلولاً وأصبحوا
On its sides, the birds wings,
And a fallen whose
من صريع على
جوانبه الطير جُنح
Dirt covers and discards,
So may Allah greet
وطريحٍ على محا
سنه الترب يطرحُ
My callers protected by them when they met,
How ugly! Unless the people rode
فلحى اللَه مستب
يحي حماهم وقد لحوا
More ugly than it,
The House of the Prophet,
ما قبيحٌ ألا وما ار
تكب القوم أقبحُ
Why from you do I sway?
Successful those who
آل بيت النبي
مالي عنكم تزحزحُ
Remained in your guidance and succeeded,
I in that have no peer
أفلح الساكنون
ظل هداكم وانجحوا
That I strive and work for,
Perhaps Allah will pardon my
أنا في ذاك لا سوى
ذاك أسعى وأكدحُ
Sins and forgive.
فعسى اللَه عن ذنو
بي يعفو ويصفح