أَتاني حَديثٌ فَكَذَّبتُهُ

وَقيلَ خَليلُكَ في المَرمَسِ

A tale came to me, and I denied it,

And it was said your friend is at Al-Marms.

فَيا عَينُ أَبكي حُضَيرَ النَدى

حُضَيرَ الكَتائِبِ وَالمَجلِسِ

So oh eye, cry for the meadows of dew

The meadows of sorrows and council.

وَيَوم شَديد أُوارِ الحَديدَ

تَقَطَّعُ مِنهُ عُرى الأَنفُسِ

And a mighty day of clashing irons

Where souls are severed by their blades.

صَليتَ بِهِ وَعَلَيكَ الحَديدَ

ما بَينَ سَلعٍ إِلى الأَعراسِ

You prayed with it, and the iron was upon you

From Sal‘ to Al-A‘ras.

فَأَودى بِنَفسِكَ يَومَ الوَغى

وَنُقيُ ثِيابِكَ لَم تَدنَسِ

So you sacrificed yourself on the day of battle

And your clothes, unsoiled, were not dirtied.