هَذي المَنازِلُ بِالغَميمِ فَنادِها
وَاِسكُب سَخِيَّ العَينِ بَعدَ جَمادِها
These dwellings beneath the gloomy clouds, call to them
Pour forth freely your weeping eyes after the drought
إِن كانَ دَينٌ لِلمَعالِمِ فَاِقضِهِ
أَو مُهجَةٌ عِندَ الطُلولِ فَفادِها
If there is a debt owed to these ruins, then redeem it
Or grief held by the tall stalks of the oleander, then relieve it
ياهَل تَبُلُّ مِنَ الغَليلِ إِلَيهِم
إِشرافَةٌ لِلرَكبِ فَوقَ نِجادِها
O halts, do you not alleviate the stranded with hospitality
A lofty tent for the riders atop its fine-haired camels
نُؤيٌ كَمُنعَطِفِ الحَنِيَّةِ دونَهُ
سُحمُ الخُدودِ لَهُنَّ إِرثُ رَمادِها
Young gazelles, below them the dark cheeks whose heritage is the ashes
Where the tents of communities settled and the resting place of youths
وَمَناطُ أَطنابٍ وَمَقعَدُ فِتيَةٍ
تَخبو زِنادُ الحَيِّ غَيرَ زِنادِها
Whose provisions of life have waned, not like their provisions
And the movement of the stallions of the steeds for some lads
وَمَجَرُّ أَرسانِ الجِيادِ لِغِلمَةٍ
سَجَفوا البُيوتَ بِشُقرِها وَوِرادِها
Who have abandoned the houses with their blondness and whiteness
And I have detained over the abodes a band
وَلَقَد حَبَستُ عَلى الدِيارِ عِصابَةً
مَضمومَةَ الأَيدي إِلى أَكبادِها
Whose hands cling to their livers, grieving, conversing in tears
With sighs in their sleeping places. They stood at it as though their mounts
حَسَرى تَجاوَبُ بِالبُكاءِ عُيونُها
وَتَعُطُّ بِالزَفَراتِ في أَبرادِها
Were their pillars, then they broke camp as tears poured its water and the supplies of their grief unloaded
From every carrier of provisions the teardrops from the ornaments of its saddlebags
وَقَفوا بِها حَتّى كَأَنَّ مَطِيَّهُم
كانَت قَوائِمُهُنَّ مِن أَوتادِها
Your life, rather the life of your ruins lasted through eras
Where the drizzle of its goodliness heals the sick region
ثُمَّ اِنثَنَت وَالدَمعُ ماءُ مَزادِها
وَلَواعِجُ الأَشجانِ مِن أَزوادِها
And it has become, through the most excellent encampments, auspiciousness
Visiting while deceitful to its frequenters
مِن كُلِّ مُشتَمِلٍ حَمايِلَ رَنَّةٍ
قَطرُ المَدامِعِ مِن حُليِّ نِجادِها
Do you seek from the beholders after you anything
Other than their flowing tears and their pillows
حَيَّتكَ بَل حَيَّت طُلولَكَ ديمَةٌ
يَشفي سَقيمَ الرَبعِ نَفثُ عِهادِها
No hoard remains for the tears over you all
No indeed, nor eyes that have shed their tears
وَغَدَت عَلَيكَ مِنَ الخَمايِلِ يَمنَةً
تَستامُ نافِقَةً عَلى رُوّادِها
Our weeping has preoccupied the tears from the dwellings
To weep for Fatimah over her children
هَل تَطلُبونَ مِنَ النَواظِرِ بَعدَكُم
شَيئاً سِوى عَبَراتِها وَسُهادِها
They did not leave her regarding the martyr when he saw
The Euphrates push back from its banks against its currents
لَم يَبقَ ذُخرٌ لِلمَدامِعِ عَنكُمُ
كَلّا وَلا عَينٌ جَرى لِرُقَدِها
Do you suppose she knew that al-Husayn is an outcast
We met the Banu Turaba at his birth
شَغَلَ الدُموعَ عَنِ الدِيارِ بُكاؤُنا
لِبُكاءِ فاطِمَةٍ عَلى أَولادِها
Umayyah counted them in Iraq among her celebrations
While in Syria she did not heed the Prophet's anger and morning came
لَم يَخلُفوها في الشَهيدِ وَقَد رَأى
دُفَعَ الفُراتِ يذادُ عَن أَورادِها
The Prophet's progeny prey for her steed
And the Prophet's blood atop her mountains
أَتُرى دَرَت أَنَّ الحُسَينَ طَريدَةٌ
لَقَنا بَني الطَرداءِ عِندَ وِلادِها
Alas for her belonging to the Alawite faction
That followed Umayyah after the glory of its leadership
كانَت مَآتِمُ بِالعِراقِ تَعُدُّها
أُمَويَّةٌ بِالشامِ مِن أَعيادِها
It made the badges of disgrace on its snouts
And the vile brands on the cheeks of its steeds
ما راقَبَت غَضَبَ النَبِيِّ وَقَد غَدا
زَرعُ النَبِيِّ مَظَنَّةً لِحَصادِها
She claimed the religion sanctioned her killing them
Is this religion not from their ancestors?
باعَت بَصائِرَ دينِها بِضَلالِها
وَشَرَت مَعاطِبَ غَيِّها بِرَشادِها
She sought the legacy of paganism through it
And found old rancor from its grudges
جَعَلَت رَسولَ اللَهِ مِن خُصَمائِها
فَلَبِئسَ ما ذَخَرَت لِيَومِ مَعادِها
She monopolized the authority from its absence
And judged however she wished over its witnesses
نَسلُ النَبِيِّ عَلى صِعابِ مَطِيِّها
وَدَمُ النَبِيِّ عَلى رُؤوسِ صِعادِها
God preceded you to their souls
And you reaped sins in their bodies
وا لَهفَتاهُ لِعُصبَةٍ عَلَوِيَّةٍ
تَبِعَت أُمَيَّةَ بَعدَ عِزِّ قِيادِها
If those domes are destroyed then the pillars of the faith fell
Before its pillars
جَعَلَت عِرانَ الذُلِّ في آنافِها
وَعِلاطَ وَسمِ الضَيمِ في أَجِيادِها
Indeed the caliphate has inclined
Away from its subjects, black and white
زَعَمَت بِأَنَّ الدينَ سَوَّغَ قَتلَها
أَوَليسَ هَذا الدينُ عَن أَجدادِها
Umayyah's wrongs have erased its podiums
Their wolves descend on its timber
طَلَبَت تُراثَ الجاهِلِيَّةِ عِندَها
وَشَفَت قَديمَ الغِلِّ مِن أَحقادِها
It is the elite of Allah, to whom He revealed
And decreed His commands to its glories
وَاِستَأثَرَت بِالأَمرِ عَن غُيّابِها
وَقَضَت بِما شاءَت عَلى شُهّادِها
It took the pieces of earthenware, so one who envies
May resent the two weighty things among its enviers
اللَهُ سابَقَكُم إِلى أَرواحِها
وَكَسَبتُمُ الآثامَ في أَجسادِها
Asceticism and inspirations are in its fruits
And murder, if not for Allah, among its ascetics
إِن قُوَّضَت تِلكَ القِبابُ فَإِنَّما
خَرَّت عِمادُ الدينِ قَبلَ عِمادِها
A faction whose children are swaddled with spears
And the cradle mounts of its girls are the back of its horses
إِنَّ الخِلافَةَ أَصبَحَت مَزويَّةً
عَن شَعبِها بِبَياضِها وَسَوادِها
Its enemies relate its merits for eternity
And attribute it to its opposites
طَمَسَت مَنابِرَها عُلوجُ أُمَيَّةٍ
تَنزو ذِئابُهُمُ عَلى أَعوادِها
O jealousy of Allah, be wrathful for His Prophet
And remove the whites from their sheaths
هِيَ صَفوَةُ اللَهِ الَّتي أَوحى لَها
وَقَضى أَوامِرَهُ إِلى أَمجادِها
From a faction whose blood of Muhammad
And his progeny spilled between its Yazid and Ziyad
أَخَذَت بِأَطرافِ الفَخارِ فَعاذِرٌ
أَن يُصبِحَ الثَقَلانِ مِن حُسّادِها
The shackles of Allah's wealth fill their palms
While the palms of Allah's family are in shackles
الزَهدُ وَالأَحلامُ في فُتّاكِها
وَالفَتكُ لَولا اللَهُ في زُهّادِها
They struck the progeny of Muhammad with the sword of Muhammad
Like the striking of preys after its hunter
عُصَبٌ يُقَمَّطُ بِالنَجادِ وَليدُها
وَمُهودُ صِبيَتِها ظُهورُ جِيادِها
I said to the lofty-saddled caravan, they are as though
Eagles perched atop the mountain passes
تَروي مَناقِبَ فَضلِها أَعداؤُها
أَبَداً وَتُسنِدُهُ إِلى أَضدادِها
It marches crookedly like an ostrich he mounted
Whose bridle broke so it rebelled against its guide
يا غَيرَةَ اللَهِ اِغضَبي لِنَبِيِّهِ
وَتَزَحزَحي بِالبيضِ عَن أَغمادِها
Until it imagined from the delusions of its necks
Their necks amongst its numbers during travel
مِن عُصبَةٍ ضاعَت دِماءُ مُحَمَّدٍ
وَبَنيهِ بَينَ يَزيدِها وَزِيادِها
Stop with me, even if the lower garb is soiled, it is but
Anguish which the boiling within the heart clings to
صَفَداتُ مالِ اللَهِ مِلءُ أَكُفُّها
وَأَكُفُّ آلِ اللَهِ في أَصفادِها
In the howling wilderness, where their blood will be shed
And the resting place of their bodies on the day they are whipped
ضَرَبوا بِسَيفِ مُحَمَّدٍ أَبناءَهُ
ضَربَ الغَرائِبِ عُدنَ بَعدَ ذِيادِها
The desert, from its dwellings, and the birds, from
Its warbling, and the beasts, from its visitors
قَد قُلتُ لِلرَكبِ الطِلاحِ كَأَنَّهُم
رُبدُ النُسورِ عَلى ذُرى أَطوادِها
The drops of tears flow to it, yet only
The hearts' love dwells from its supplies
يَحدو بِعوجٍ كَالحَنِيِّ أَطاعَهُ
مُعتاصُها فَطَغى عَلى مُنقادِها
O day of Ashura, how much agony you have
The entrails dance from its burning
حَتّى تَخَيَّلَ مِن هَبابِ رِقابِها
أَعناقَها في السَيرِ مِن أَعدادِها
You have not returned except my heart is a burning ember
Scorching, though I exaggerate in cooling it
قِف بي وَلَو لَوثَ الإِزارَ فَإِنَّما
هِيَ مُهجَةٌ عَلِقَ الجَوى بِفُؤادِها
Like the throat's bitterness, recurring is its soreness
The overflowing of tears repeats its counts
بِالطَفِّ حَيثُ غَدا مُراقُ دِمائِها
وَمَناخُ أَينُقِها لِيَومِ جِلادِها
O grandfather, the battalions of sadness have not ceased
To overwhelm the conscience with their abhorrence and chasing
القَفرُ مِن أَرواقِها وَالطَيرُ مِن
طُرّاقِها وَالوَحشُ مِن عُوّادِها
Forever upon you, and pouring tears
If weeping does not comfort them, blindness makes them subside
تَجري لَها حَبَبُ الدُموعِ وَإِنَّما
حَبُّ القُلوبِ يَكُنُّ مِن أَمدادِها
This praise, though I have not attained, rather
It is an arena from which they removed the honor of its steed
يا يَومَ عاشوراءَ كَم لَكَ لَوعَةً
تَتَرَقَّصُ الأَحشاءُ مِن إيقادِها
Shall I say your benevolence has flourished, while you
Are the flourishing of every region of its lands?
ما عُدتَ إِلّا عادَ قَلبي غُلَّةٌ
حَرّى وَلَو بالَغتُ في إِبرادِها
Or shall I gain more loftiness for you in my praises
Where are the mountains from the hilltops and their plateaus?
مِثلُ السَليمِ مَضيضَةٌ آناؤُهُ
خُزرُ العُيونِ تَعودُهُ بِعِدادِها
How to praise the stars when they rise
Above the eyes to the extent of their distances?
يا جَدُّ لا زالَت كَتائِبُ حَسرَةٍ
تَغشى الضَميرَ بِكَرِّها وَطِرادِها
The dawning of the sun has made describing it needless
Its splendor, its brilliance, and its remoteness
أَبَداً عَلَيكَ وَأَدمُعٌ مَسفوحَةٌ
إِن لَم يُراوِحها البُكاءُ يُغادِها
هَذا الثَناءُ وَما بَلَغتُ وَإِنَّما
هِيَ حَلبَةٌ خَلَعوا عِذارَ جَوادِها
أَأَقولُ جادَكُمُ الرَبيعُ وَأَنتُمُ
في كُلِّ مَنزِلَةٍ رَبيعُ بِلادِها
أَم أَستَزيدُ لَكُم عُلاً بِمَدائِحي
أَينَ الجِبالُ مِنَ الرُبى وَوِهادِها
كَيفَ الثَناءُ عَلى النُجومِ إِذا سَمَت
فَوقَ العُيونِ إِلى مَدى أَبعادِها
أَغنى طُلوعُ الشَمسِ عَن أَوصافِها
نِجَلالِها وَضِيائِها وَبَعادِها
