لَقَد عَظُمَت فينا الرَزِيَّةُ إِنَّنا

لَقَد عَظُمَت فينا الرَزِيَّةُ إِنَّنا

جِلادٌ عَلى رَيبِ الحَوادِثِ وَالدَهرِ

جِلادٌ عَلى رَيبِ الحَوادِثِ وَالدَهرِ

Our calamity is indeed grievous; truly we

Great indeed was the calamity that befell us

Are steadfast against the vicissitudes of events and time.

We were struck by the vicissitudes of fate and time

عَلى الجِسرِ يَومَ الجِسرِ لَهفي عَلَيهِم

عَلى الجِسرِ يَومَ الجِسرِ لَهفي عَلَيهِم

فَيا لَهفَ نَفسي لِلمُصابِ عَلى الجِسرِ

فَيا لَهفَ نَفسي لِلمُصابِ عَلى الجِسرِ

On the bridge, on the day of the bridge—my anguish for them!

Yearning for them on the bridge the day of the bridge

So, oh, my soul's anguish for the calamity on the bridge!

Oh how my soul yearns for the fallen on the bridge

يَقولُ رِجالٌ ما لَحَسّانَ باكِياً

يَقولُ رِجالٌ ما لَحَسّانَ باكِياً

وَمالِيَ لا أَبكي عَلى المَعشَرِ الزُهرِ

وَمالِيَ لا أَبكي عَلى المَعشَرِ الزُهرِ

Men say, “Why is Hassan weeping?”

Men say why does Hassân weep

And why should I not weep for the radiant company?

Why should I not weep for the blossoms of youth

وَما لِيَ لا أَبكي عَلى خَيرِ فِتيَةٍ

وَما لِيَ لا أَبكي عَلى خَيرِ فِتيَةٍ

بِباروشَما أَضحَت دِماؤُهُمُ تَجري

بِباروشَما أَضحَت دِماؤُهُمُ تَجري

And why should I not weep for the finest young men?

Why should I not weep for the best of young men

At Barushama, their blood began to flow.

Whose blood flowed crimson at Baroshma

فَإِنّي لَباكٍ ما حَيِيتُ وَلَو بَكى

فَإِنّي لَباكٍ ما حَيِيتُ وَلَو بَكى

عَلى المَيتِ مَيتٌ جُدتُ بِالدَمعِ في قَبري

عَلى المَيتِ مَيتٌ جُدتُ بِالدَمعِ في قَبري

For I shall surely weep as long as I live; and were

For I shall weep as long as I live

A dead man to weep for the dead, I would pour out tears in my grave.

If the dead weep for the dead, my tears at the grave would drown me

فَلَهفي عَلى الأَجلى سَليطٍ وَرَهطِهِ

فَلَهفي عَلى الأَجلى سَليطٍ وَرَهطِهِ

وَلَهفي عَلى لَيثِ الغَريفِ أَبي جَبرِ

وَلَهفي عَلى لَيثِ الغَريفِ أَبي جَبرِ

So, my grief for bald-fronted Salit and his band,

I yearn for the finest Al-Sulayt and his comrades

And my grief for the lion of the thicket, Abu Jabr,

I yearn for the lion of Al-Gharif, Abi Jabir

وَأَشيَبَ ثَوباهُ الوَقارُ وَناشِقٍ

وَأَشيَبَ ثَوباهُ الوَقارُ وَناشِقٍ

إِذا اِنقَشَعَت عَنهُ الضَبابَةُ كَالبَدرِ

إِذا اِنقَشَعَت عَنهُ الضَبابَةُ كَالبَدرِ

And a grey-haired man whose two robes were dignity, and Nashiq,

His dignified attire turned white though youthful

Who, when the mist cleared from him, was like the full moon.

When the fog lifts from him he shines like the full moon

كَأَنَّ سَليطاً يَومَ شَدَّ بِسَيفِهِ

كَأَنَّ سَليطاً يَومَ شَدَّ بِسَيفِهِ

وَأَلقى القِناعَ الحَرِثُ بنُ أَبي شِمرِ

وَأَلقى القِناعَ الحَرِثُ بنُ أَبي شِمرِ

It was as though Salit, the day he charged with his sword

As if Sulayt the day he drew his sword

And cast aside his face-covering, were al-Harith ibn Abi Shimr.

And Al-Harith ibn Abi Shimr cast off his mask

أُصيبوا وَفي شَهرِ الصِيامِ بَقِيَّةٌ

أُصيبوا وَفي شَهرِ الصِيامِ بَقِيَّةٌ

لِسَبعِ لَيالٍ تِلكُمُ لَيلَةُ القَدرِ

لِسَبعِ لَيالٍ تِلكُمُ لَيلَةُ القَدرِ

They were struck down while some of the month of fasting remained:

They were martyred in the month of fasting a remainder

Seven nights—that was the Night of Decree.

Of seven nights, that was the night of Al-Qadr