مَنازِلَهُمْ جَاَدتْكِ غُرُّ السَّحَائِبِ

مَنازِلَهُمْ جَاَدتْكِ غُرُّ السَّحَائِبِ

وَجَرَّتْ بِمَغْناكِ الصَّبا ذَيْلَ سَاحِبِ

وَجَرَّتْ بِمَغْناكِ الصَّبا ذَيْلَ سَاحِبِ

O their dwellings, may the bright clouds shower you,

Their dwellings bloomed beneath your clouds, unveiled,

And may the east wind draw a trailing cloud's train across your abode.

As the morning breeze drew forth its trailing robes.

وَلَيل بهِ قد عَاجَلَتْني يَدُ السُّرَى

وَلَيل بهِ قد عَاجَلَتْني يَدُ السُّرَى

وَقَدْ كانَ مِن طُولٍ بَطِئَ الكَواكِبِ

وَقَدْ كانَ مِن طُولٍ بَطِئَ الكَواكِبِ

And a night when the hand of night travel had taken me by surprise,

The night pressed me with its hand, in haste,

Though its length had made its stars slow to move.

While the stars slowly crept across the skies.

ولِلذِّكْرِ مِسْكٌ مِن مُعَاقَرَةِ الكَرَى

ولِلذِّكْرِ مِسْكٌ مِن مُعَاقَرَةِ الكَرَى

أَقَرَّ وِسَادَ الهَامِ فَوْقَ الغَوارِبِ

أَقَرَّ وِسَادَ الهَامِ فَوْقَ الغَوارِبِ

And remembrance has musk from consorting with slumber,

Remembrance is a balm from the toils of fate -

It settled the heads' pillow atop the camels' withers.

It rests, pillowed, above the dusty graves.

سَرَوْا لِغِناهُمْ طَالِبينَ فَعَرَّجُوا

سَرَوْا لِغِناهُمْ طَالِبينَ فَعَرَّجُوا

على ابنِ عَليٍّ مُنْتَهى كُلِّ طَالبِ

على ابنِ عَليٍّ مُنْتَهى كُلِّ طَالبِ

They journeyed by night, seeking wealth for themselves, then turned aside

They set out seeking their songs, and climbed

To Ibn Ali, the ultimate destination of every seeker.

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

عَلِمْنا يَقِيناً بِالتَّجارِبِ شَأْنَهُ

عَلِمْنا يَقِيناً بِالتَّجارِبِ شَأْنَهُ

وَمَا تُوضِحُ الأَشياءَ مِثلُ التَّجارِبِ

وَمَا تُوضِحُ الأَشياءَ مِثلُ التَّجارِبِ

We came to know his worth with certainty through experience,

Through trials we know him truly; nothing reveals

And nothing makes things clear like experience.

Things like trials - the touchstone that tries and tells.