اليَومَ زُعزِعَ رُكنُ المَجدِ وَاِنهَدَما

فَحَقُّ لِلخَلقِ أَن تَذري الدُموعَ دَماٍ

Today the pillar of glory was shaken and collapsed

So it is justified that tears of blood should flow

ما مِن وَفِيٍّ بَكى دَمعاً بِغَيرِ دَمٍ

إِلّا غَدا في الصَفاءِ الوِدُّ مُتَّهَما

No loyal one has wept a tear without blood

Except the next day affection became suspect

يا فَجعَةً أَحدَثَت في المَجدِ مُعضِلَةً

تُبلي الصَميمَ وَفي سَمعِ العُلى صَمَما

O what a calamity you have caused to glory

Perplexing the core, and to the hearing of the sublime, deaf

شَقُّ الجُيوبِ بِلا شَقِّ القُلوبِ بِها

خُلقٌ ذَميمٌ لِمَن يَرعى لَها الذِمَما

Rending clothes without rending hearts by it

Is an ugly trait for one who cares for blames

حَتّامَ أَحزانُ في تَوديعِ مُرتَحِلٍ

وَأَقرَعُ السِنَّ في آثارِهِ نَدَما

Sorrows have peaked in bidding farewell to a traveler

And the old has become white-haired in his traces out of regret

مَن خالَطَ الناسَ كانَ الحُزنُ غايَتَهُ

مَن أَكثَرَ النَومَ لا يَستَذنِبُ الحُلُما

Whoever socialized with people, sorrow would be his goal

Whoever slept more, dreams cannot be blamed

أَماتَني الحُزنُ إِلّا أَنَّ نُطقَ فَمي

يَحكي الصَدى لِنَعيٍّ خَطبُهُ عَظُما

Sorrow has killed me, except that my mouth’s speech

Tells the echo of a great calamity’s news

فَالناسُ تَعجَبُ إِذ نَظَّمتُ مَرثِيَةً

وَهَل سَمِعتَ بِمَيّتٍ نَظَّمَ الكَلِما

So people are surprised when I compose an elegy

Have you ever heard of a dead man who composed poems?

أَينَ الَّذي كانَ مَغناهُ لِآمِلِهِ

حِصناً وَظَلَّ فِناهُ لِلنَزيلِ حِمى

Where is the one whose shelter was the hope of his hopeful one?

And whose hospitality was the asylum of his guest?

أَينَ الَّذي كانَ مَسعاهُ وَبَهجَتُهُ

بَينَ المَمالِكِ تَجلو الظُلمَ وَالظُلَما

Where is the one whose reputation and joy

Would dispel darkness between kingdoms and gloom?

أَينَ الَّذي كانَ نِعمَ المُستَشارُ بِهِ

إِذا تَراكَمَ مَوجُ الشَكِّ وَالتَطَما

Where is the one who was the best advisor

When the waves of suspicion and greed accumulate?

وَإِن غَدَت لِمُلوكِ الأَرضِ مُشكِلَةٌ

غَدا لَها حَكَماً تَرضى بِها حِكَما

And when problems arise for the kings of earth

He would become the judge they happily judge by

يَقظانُ يُرضيكَ نَجواهُ وَخاطِرُهُ

إِن قالَ أَفهَمَ أَو أَسمَعتَهُ فَهِما

Awake, his whisper and thoughts please you

If he spoke you would understand or if you heard him you would get wisdom

مَضى الأَميرُ عِماُدُ الدينِ عَن أُمَمٍ

قَد كانَ مِنها سَناهُ وَالنَدى أَمَما

The Prince has passed away, the pillar of religion, from nations

That he was once their splendor and freshness

فَما أَرَتنا اللَيالي عِندَهُ نِعَماً

حَتّى قَضى فَأَرَتنا عِندَهُ نِقَما

So we have not seen with him (in his life) blessings in the nights

Until he passed away, so we saw in him retributions

قَضى دُيونَ العُلى في عَزَّةٍ وَقَضى

عَفَّ الإِزارِ بِحَبلِ اللَهِ مُعتَصِما

He paid the debts of sublime in dignity and held fast

To the rope of Allah, determined and steadfast

ما مالَ إِلّا عَلى مالٍ يَجودُ بِهِ

عَلى الوَرى وَلِغَيرِ الخَيلِ ما ظَلَما

He would not lean except onto wealth he spends

Upon people, and he oppressed not the horses

وَلَم يُحَرِّك لِساناً في أَذى أَحَدٍ

مِنَ العِبادِ وَلا أَجرى بِهِ قَلَما

And he did not move a tongue in harming anyone

Of the servants, nor did he run a pen

يا ناصِرَ الحَقِّ لَمّا عَزَّ ناصِرُهُ

وَذَلَّ مَن لَم يَكُن بِالجاهِ مُلتَزِما

O supporter of the truth! When its supporter became mighty

And those who were not committed to glory became humiliated

ما كُنتَ إِلّا طِرازاً راقَ مَنظَرُهُ

عَلى ثِيابِ العُلى وَالمَجدِ قَد رُقِما

You were nothing but a splendid model

Upon the clothes of sublime and glory embroidered

ماتَت لِمَوتِكَ خَلقٌ كُنتَ غَيثَهُمُ

وَهَدَّ فَقدُكَ مِن أَهلِ الرَجا أُمَما

Nations whom you were their rain have died for your death

And missing you has led groups of hopeful ones astray

لَبَّيتَ داعِ الرَدى لَمّا فُجِئتَ بِهِ

طَوعاً وَلَم تَرَ مِنهُ عابِساً وَجِما

You obediently answered the caller of doom when you were surprised by it

Willingly, and you did not see him frowning and stern

رَمَيتَ بِالذُلِّ قَوماً أَنتَ عِزَّهُمُ

وَما رَمَيتَ وَلَكِنَّ الإِلَهَ رَمى

You have attributed humiliation to a group whom you are their honor

And you have not shot, but it is Allah who has shot

حَلَّ الرَدى بِكَ ضَيفاً فَاِنبَسَطتَ لَهُ

وَجُدتَ بِالنَفسِ لَمّا رامَها كَرَما

Doom has come to you as a guest, so you have welcomed it

And you have been generous to your soul when it was sought of you generosity

قَد سالَمَتكَ اللَيالي في تَصَرُّفِها

حَتّى المَنِيَّةُ أَلقَت دونَكَ السَلَما

The nights have bid you safety throughout their course

Until death has cast unto you peace

فَفاجَأَتكَ بِرِفقٍ لَم يُذِقكَ ضَنىً

وَلَم تُقاسِ بِها في مَرضَةٍ أَلَما

So, it has surprised you gently, making you not taste misery

And you felt through it no pain

يا اِبنَ الأَئِمَّةِ وَالقَومِ الَّذينَ سَمَوا

عَلى الأَنامِ فَكانوا لِلهُدى عَلَما

O son of the Imams, and folk who have risen

Above people, so they became for guidance a sign

مَثواكَ في يَومِ عاشوراءَ يُخبِرُنا

بِقُربِ أَصلِكَ مِن آبائِكَ الكُرَما

Your abode on the day of Ashura informs us

Of the near lineage between you and your generous fathers

وَخُلقُكَ السَبطُ يا اِبنَ السِبطِ حَنَّ لَهُ

فَيَومَ مَصرَعَهِ مِن بَينِنا اِختُرِما

And your epic nature, O son of the Grandson, which yearned for him

So the day of his death from between us was severed

قَد كانَ وَجهُكَ في الإِقبالِ قِبلَتِنا

فَأَصبَحَ اُسمُكَ فيما بَينَنا قَسَما

Your face, when welcoming, was our qiblah

So your name between us has become an oath

وَكانَ مالُكَ في الأَقوامِ مُنقَسِماً

فَصارَ حُزنُكَ بَينَ الناسِ مُقتَسَما

And your wealth between the groups was divided

So your sorrow between people became divided

كُنّا نُعَزّيكَ في الأَموالِ تُتلِفُها

فَاليَومَ فيكَ نُعزي المَجدَ وَالكَرَما

We used to console you for the wealth that would be destroyed

So today for you we console glory and generosity

أَرضَعَتنا ثَديَ أُنسٍ مِنكَ تَألَفُهُ

فَاليَومَ مِنكَ رَضيعُ الأُنسِ قَد قُطِما

A breast of intimacy, accepting from you, would suckle us

So today the suckling infant of intimacy from you has been severed

تُبدي التَواضُعَ لِلإِخوانِ مُنبَسِطاً

وَإِن وَضَعتَ عَلى هامِ السُها قُدَما

You show humility to the brothers fully extending

Even if you put your feet atop the shoulders of lions

بَسَطتَ لي مِنكَ أَخلاقاً وَتَكرِمَةً

حَتّى غَدا الوُدُّ فيما بَينَنا رَحِما

You have extended to me of yourself morals and generosity

Until affection between us has become a womb (kinship)

فَكَيفَ نَحيا وَقَد زالَ الحَياةُ لَنا

فَإِن نَمُت بَعدَهُ حُزناً فَلا جُرَما

So how can we live and life for us has departed?

So if we sleep after him out of sorrow, no wonder!

أَبكي عَليهِ وَهَل يَشفي البُكا كَمِداً

وَلَو مَزَجتُ دُموعي بِالدِماءِ لَما

I cry for him, can crying cure a wound?

And even if I mixed my tears with blood, it would not

وَكَيفَ نَبكِيَ أَمراً كانَ الإِلَهُ لَهُ

في المالِ وَالآلِ وَالخَيراتِ قَد خَتَما

And how can we cry for something that Allah for it

In wealth, family and blessings has set a seal?

مَضى وَأَبقى لَنا مِن بَعدِهِ خَلفاً

شَملُ العَلاءِ بِهِ قَد عادَ مُلتَئِما

He passed away and left for us after him a successor

The circlet of sublime through him has become coherent