Claude 2

  1. كَيْفَ طَوَتْكَ الْمَنُونُ يَا وَلَدِي

    وَكَيْفَ أَوْدَعْتُكَ الثَّرَى بِيَدِي

    How did death wrap you, my son,

    And how did I bury you with my own hands,

  2. وَا كَبِدِي يَا عَلِيُّ بَعْدَكَلَوْ

    كَانَتْ تَبُلُّ الْغَلِيلَ وَا كَبِدِي

    If only after you, O Ali, my liver

    Could still secrete bile, if only after you.

  3. فَقْدُكَ سَلَّ الْعِظَامَ مِنِّي وَرَدْ

    دَ الصَّبْرَ عَنِّي وَفَتَّ في عَضُدِي

    Losing you sapped the bones right out of me

    And peeled all patience off of my backbone,

  4. كَمْ لَيْلَةٍ فِيكَ لا صَبَاحَ لَهَا

    سهِرْتُهَا بَاكِياً بِلا مَدَدِ

    How many nights for you with no morning

    Have I spent awake weeping without respite,

  5. دَمْعٌ وَسُهْدٌ وَأَيُّ نَاظِرَةٍ

    تَبْقَى عَلَى الْمَدْمَعَيْنِ وَالسَّهَدِ

    Tears and wakefulness, and which onlooker

    Remains over the tearful, sleepless ones?

  6. لَهْفِي عَلَى لمحةِ النَّجَابَةِ لَوْ

    دَامَتْ إِلَى أَنْ تَفُوزَ بِالسَّدَدِ

    My craving for a glimpse of your charm, if only

    It lasted until you attained your aim,

  7. مَا كُنْتُ أَدْرِي إِذْ كُنْتُ أَخْشَى عَلَيْ

    كَ الْعَيْنَ أَنَّ الْحِمَامَ بِالرَّصَدِ

    I did not know, when I feared for you,

    The evil eye, that the fates with malice

  8. فَاجَأَنِي الدَّهْرُ فِيكَ مِنْ حَيْثُ لا

    أَعْلَمُ خَتْلاً وَالدَّهْرُ كَالأَسَدِ

    Would ambush me, from where I know not,

    And fate is like a lion in its pit.

  9. لَوْلا اتِّقَاءُ الْحَياءِ لاعْتَضْتُ بِالْ

    حِلْمِ هُياماً يَحِيقُ بِالْجَلَدِ

    If it weren’t for fear of shame, I would have screamed

    With wise restraint that would rip at the flesh,

  10. لَكِنْ أَبَتْ نَفْسِي الْكَرِيمَةُ أَنْ

    أَثْلِمَ حَدَّ الْعَزاءِ بِالْكَمَدِ

    But my noble soul refused

    To stain the extent of grief with suppressed rage.

  11. فَلْيَبْكِ قَلْبِي عَلَيْكَ فَالْعَيْنُ لا

    تَبْلُغُ بِالْدَّمْعِ رُتْبَةَ الْخَلَدِ

    So let my heart weep for you, for the eye cannot

    Reach, with tears, the realm of eternity.

  12. إِنْ يَكُ أَخْنَى الرَّدَى عَلَيْكَ فَقَدْ

    أَخْنَى أَلِيمُ الضَّنَى عَلَى جَسَدِي

    If the delusion of loss comes over you,

    Then the painful delusion comes over my body.

  13. عَلَيْكَ مِنِّي السَّلامُ تَوْدِيعَ لا

    قَالٍ وَلَكِنْ تَوْدِيعَ مُضْطَهَدِ

    From me to you, greetings of farewell - no

    Words, but the farewell of the anguished one.