أَنّى تَذَكَّرَ زَينَبَ القَلبُ
وَطِلابُ وَصلِ غَريرَةٍ شَغبُ
How can the heart forget Zainab
While seeking to join her radiant company
ما رَوضَةٌ جادَ الرَبيعُ لَها
مَوليَّةٌ ما حَولَها جَدبُ
No garden blossomed in spring for her sake
A barren wasteland surrounds her
بِأَلَذَّ مِنها إِذ تَقولُ لَنا
سِرّاً أَسِلمٌ ذاكَ أَم حَربُ
Sweeter than which, when she tells us
Privately, "Is he a Muslim or at war?"
لا الدارُ جامِعَةٌ وَلَو جَمَعَت
ما زالَ يَعرِضُ دونَها خَطبُ
It is no gathering house, even if it gathered
Misfortunes persist in happening to it
أَهَجَرتِنا ثُمَّ اِعتَلَلتِ لَنا
وَلَقَد نَرى أَن ما لَنا ذَنبُ
You shunned us, then yearned for us
Though we see we've committed no wrong
