مَنازِلَهُمْ جَاَدتْكِ غُرُّ السَّحَائِبِ

وَجَرَّتْ بِمَغْناكِ الصَّبا ذَيْلَ سَاحِبِ

Their dwellings bloomed beneath your clouds, unveiled,

As the morning breeze drew forth its trailing robes.

وَلَيل بهِ قد عَاجَلَتْني يَدُ السُّرَى

وَقَدْ كانَ مِن طُولٍ بَطِئَ الكَواكِبِ

The night pressed me with its hand, in haste,

While the stars slowly crept across the skies.

ولِلذِّكْرِ مِسْكٌ مِن مُعَاقَرَةِ الكَرَى

أَقَرَّ وِسَادَ الهَامِ فَوْقَ الغَوارِبِ

Remembrance is a balm from the toils of fate -

It rests, pillowed, above the dusty graves.

سَرَوْا لِغِناهُمْ طَالِبينَ فَعَرَّجُوا

على ابنِ عَليٍّ مُنْتَهى كُلِّ طَالبِ

They set out seeking their songs, and climbed

To Ali's son, the summit of all who climb.

عَلِمْنا يَقِيناً بِالتَّجارِبِ شَأْنَهُ

وَمَا تُوضِحُ الأَشياءَ مِثلُ التَّجارِبِ

Through trials we know him truly; nothing reveals

Things like trials - the touchstone that tries and tells.