عَينُ جودي بِدَمعِكِ المَنزورِ

عَينُ جودي بِدَمعِكِ المَنزورِ

وَاِذكُري في الرَخاءِ أَهلَ القُبورِ

وَاِذكُري في الرَخاءِ أَهلَ القُبورِ

O eye, pour forth your scant tears,

My generous eye with your streaming tears

And in prosperity remember the people of the graves.

Remember in prosperity the people of graves

وَاِذكُري مُؤتَةً وَما كانَ فيها

وَاِذكُري مُؤتَةً وَما كانَ فيها

يَومَ وَلَّوا في وَقعَةِ التَغويرِ

يَومَ وَلَّوا في وَقعَةِ التَغويرِ

And remember Mu'tah and what happened there,

Remember Mu'tah and what was in it

The day they turned back in the raiding battle,

The day they fled the battle of deception

حينَ وَلَّوا وَغادَروا ثَمَّ زَيداً

حينَ وَلَّوا وَغادَروا ثَمَّ زَيداً

نِعمَ مَأوى الضَريكِ وَالماسورِ

نِعمَ مَأوى الضَريكِ وَالماسورِ

When they turned back and left Zayd there,

When they fled and abandoned Zayd

An excellent refuge for the destitute and the captive,

What a good refuge for the weak and imprisoned

حِبَّ خَيرِ الأَنامِ طُرّاً جَميعاً

حِبَّ خَيرِ الأَنامِ طُرّاً جَميعاً

سَيِّدِ الناسِ حُبُّهُ في الصُدورِ

سَيِّدِ الناسِ حُبُّهُ في الصُدورِ

Beloved of the best of all creation,

Love the best of people, all of them

The master of mankind, love for him dwelling in hearts.

The master of people, his love in hearts

ذاكُمُ أَحمَدُ الَّذي لا سِواهُ

ذاكُمُ أَحمَدُ الَّذي لا سِواهُ

ذاكَ حُزني مَعاً لَهُ وَسُروري

ذاكَ حُزني مَعاً لَهُ وَسُروري

That is Ahmad, none other than he;

That is Ahmad, none other than him

For him are both my sorrow and my joy.

That is my sorrow and joy together

إِنَّ زَيداً قَد كانَ مِنّا بِأَمرٍ

إِنَّ زَيداً قَد كانَ مِنّا بِأَمرٍ

لَيسَ أَمرَ المُكَذَّبِ المَغرورِ

لَيسَ أَمرَ المُكَذَّبِ المَغرورِ

Indeed, Zayd held a standing among us,

Indeed, Zayd was one of us by command

Not the standing of one disbelieved and deluded.

Not the command of the denier, the deluded

ثُمَّ جودي لِلخَزرَجِيِّ بِدَمعٍ

ثُمَّ جودي لِلخَزرَجِيِّ بِدَمعٍ

سَيِّداً كانَ ثَمَّ غَيرَ نَزورِ

سَيِّداً كانَ ثَمَّ غَيرَ نَزورِ

Then pour forth tears for the Khazraji,

Then weep, O Khazraji, with tears

A chief who was there, never stingy.

He was a master, then changed his purpose

قَد أَتانَ مِن قَتلِهِم ما كَفانا

قَد أَتانَ مِن قَتلِهِم ما كَفانا

فَبِحُزنٍ نَبيتُ غَيرَ سُرورِ

فَبِحُزنٍ نَبيتُ غَيرَ سُرورِ

What has reached us of their deaths is enough for us,

There has come from their killing enough for us

So we spend the night in sorrow, not joy.

So in sorrow I sleep, not in joy