1. هَل أَنتَ لصبّ القلبِ معمودِ

    دَوِي الفؤادِ بغير الخُرّدِ الخُودِ

    Are you there for a love-stricken man, sore at heart,

    ailing in spirit, but not through shy, tender maidens?

  2. ما شفّه هجرُ أحبابٍ وَإِنْ هَجَروا

    من غير جُرمٍ ولا خُلفِ المواعيدِ

    No abandonment by loved ones has worn him away, though they deserted him

    for no offense and no breach of promises.

  3. وفي الجفون قذاةٌ غيرُ زائلةٍ

    وفي الضّلوع غرامٌ غيرُ مفقودِ

    And in the eyelids is a mote that will not leave,

    and within the ribs a passion never lost.

  4. يا عاذلِي ليس وجدٌ بتُّ أكتُمه

    بين الحَشى وَجدَ تعنيفٍ وتفنيدِ

    O my reproacher, the grief I have spent the night concealing

    within my breast is no cause for rebuke and censure.

  5. شِربِي دموعِي على الخدّين سائلةً

    إِن كانَ شربك مِن ماء العناقيدِ

    My drink is my tears, flowing down both cheeks,

    if your drink is the juice of grape clusters.

  6. ونمْ فإنّ جفوناً لِي مُسهّدةٌ

    عُمْر اللّيالِي ولكنْ أيُّ تسهيدِ

    Sleep, then, for my eyelids remain sleepless

    through the whole span of nights—but what sleeplessness!

  7. وقد قضيتُ بذاك العذل مَأْرَبَةً

    لو كان سمعِيَ عنه غيرَ مسدودِ

    And I would have fulfilled a purpose through that reproach,

    had my hearing not been closed to it.

  8. تلومنِي لم تُصبْك اليومَ قاذفتِي

    ولم يعدْك كما يعتادنِي عيدي

    You blame me, though my affliction has not struck you today,

    nor has my recurring grief revisited you as it visits me.

  9. فالظّلمُ عَذْلُ خليِّ القلبِ ذا شَجَنٍ

    وهُجنَةٌ لومُ موفورٍ لمجهودِ

    It is injustice for the carefree of heart to reproach one sorrowing,

    and disgraceful for the unscathed to blame one exhausted.

  10. كم ليلةٍ بتُّ فيها غيرَ مرتفق

    والهمُّ ما بين محلولٍ ومعقودِ

    How many a night I have spent without repose,

    with sorrow now loosened, now bound.

  11. ما إن أحِنُّ إليها وهْيَ ماضيةٌ

    ولا أقول لها مستدعياً عودِي

    I do not long for it as it passes,

    nor say to it, calling it back, “Return!”

  12. جاءتْ فكانت كعُوّارٍ على بصرٍ

    وزايلتْ كزيال المائد المودِي

    It came like a blight upon the eye,

    and departed like the passing of one reeling and dying.

  13. فإنْ يودّ أناسٌ صبحَ ليلهمُ

    فإنّ صبحِيَ صبحٌ غيرُ مودودِ

    If some people love the dawn of their night,

    my dawn is a dawn unloved.

  14. عشيَّةٌ هجمتْ منها مصائبُها

    على قلوبٍ عن البَلوى محاييدِ

    An evening from which its calamities burst forth

    upon hearts that had kept clear of affliction.

  15. يا يوم عاشورَ كم طأْطأْتَ من بصرٍ

    بعد السموّ وكم أذللتَ من جِيدِ

    O day of Ashura, how many a gaze you lowered

    after its lofty rise, and how many a neck you humbled!

  16. يا يومَ عاشورَ كم أطردتَ لي أملاً

    قد كان قبلك عندي غيرَ مطرودِ

    O day of Ashura, how many a hope of mine you banished,

    which before you had not been driven from me.

  17. أنتَ المُرنِّقُ عيشي بعد صفوتِهِ

    ومولجُ البيضِ من شيبي على السُّودِ

    You cloud my life after its clarity,

    and usher my white hairs in among the black.

  18. جُزْ بالطّفوفِ فكم فيهنّ من جبلٍ

    خرّ القضاءُ به بين الجلاميدِ

    Pass through the Tufuf: how many a mountain there

    fate felled among the boulders!

  19. وكم جريحٍ بلا آسٍ تمزّقُهُ

    إمّا النُّسُورُ وإمَّا أضبُعُ البيدِ

    How many a wounded man, with no healer, is torn apart

    by vultures or the desert's hyenas!

  20. وكم سليبِ رماحٍ غير مستترٍ

    وكم صريعِ حمامٍ غيرِ ملحودِ

    How many a man despoiled by spears lies uncovered,

    how many a man struck down by death lies unburied!

  21. كأنَّ أَوجههم بيضاً ملألئةً

    كواكبٌ في عِراصِ القفرةِ السُّودِ

    Their faces, white and gleaming, seem

    like stars in the dark expanses of the wilderness.

  22. لم يطعموا الموتَ إلّا بَعد أنْ حطموا

    بالضّربِ والطعنِ أعناقَ الصَّناديدِ

    They tasted death only after they had shattered,

    with blows and thrusts, the necks of mighty warriors.

  23. ولم يدعْ فيهمُ خوفُ الجزاءِ غداً

    دماً لتُربٍ ولا لحماً إلى سِيدِ

    Nor did fear of tomorrow's reckoning leave in them

    any blood for the dust or any flesh for a wolf.

  24. من كلِّ أبلجَ كالدِّينار تشهده

    وسْطَ النَدِيّ بفضلٍ غيرِ مجحودِ

    Each was bright-faced as a dinar; you would behold him

    amid the assembly with excellence none denied,

  25. يغشى الهياجَ بكفٍّ غيرِ منقبضِ

    عن الضّرابِ وقلبٍ غير مَزؤُودِ

    entering battle with a hand that never drew back

    from striking, and a heart never afraid.

  26. لم يعرفوا غيرَ بثِّ العُرْفِ بينهمُ

    عفواً ولا طُبعوا إِلّا على الجودِ

    They knew only the spreading of kindness among them,

    freely, and were fashioned only for generosity.

  27. يا آلَ أحمدَ كم تُلوى حقوقُكمُ

    لَيَّ الغرائبِ عن نبت القراديدِ

    O house of Ahmad, how often your rights are turned aside,

    as strange camels are turned from the herbage of stony heights!

  28. وكم أراكمْ بأجواز الفلا جُزُراً

    مبدّدين ولكنْ أيَّ تبديدٍ

    How often I see you as slaughtered beasts in the heart of the wilderness,

    scattered—but what a scattering!

  29. لَو كانَ يُنصفكم مَن ليسَ ينصفكمْ

    ألقى إِليكمْ مطيعاً بالمقاليدِ

    Had those who deny you justice dealt justly with you,

    they would have handed you the keys in obedience.

  30. حُسدتمُ الفضلَ لم يُحرزه غيركُمُ

    والناس ما بين محرومٍ ومحسودِ

    You were envied for excellence none but you attained;

    people are either deprived or envied.

  31. جاؤوا إليكمْ وقد أعطوا عهودهمُ

    في فيلقٍ كَزُهاءِ الليلِ ممدودِ

    They came to you, having already given their pledges,

    in an army spread out like the mass of night,

  32. مُستَمرِحينَ بِأيديهمْ وَأَرجلهمْ

    كَما يَشاؤونَ رَكضَ الضُّمَّرِ القودِ

    cavorting with their hands and feet,

    driving the lean, long-necked steeds as they pleased.

  33. تَهوِي بهمْ كلُّ جرداءٍ مُطهّمةٍ

    هوِيَّ سَجْلٍ من الأوذامِ مجدودِ

    Every sleek, well-built mare bore them plunging onward,

    like a full bucket cut loose from its straps.

  34. مُستشعرين لأطرافِ الرّماح ومِنْ

    حدِّ الظّبا أدْرُعاً من نسجِ داودِ

    They wore next to their skin, against spearpoints and

    the blades' edges, coats of mail of David's weaving.

  35. كأنَّ أَصواتَ ضربِ الهامِ بينهمُ

    أصوات دوحٍ بأيدي الرّيح مبرودِ

    The sounds of blows upon heads among them seemed

    like sounds of great trees rasped by the wind's hands.

  36. حَمائمُ الأيكِ تَبكيهمْ على فَنَنٍ

    مُرنّحٍ بنسيم الرّيح أُملودِ

    The doves of the thicket weep for them upon a bough,

    swaying and supple in the wind's gentle breath.

  37. نوحِي فذاك هديرٌ منك مُحتَسَبٌ

    على حسينٍ فتعديدٌ كتغريدِ

    Lament: that cooing of yours earns its reward

    over Husayn; lamentation is like birdsong.

  38. أُحبّكم والّذي طاف الحجيجُ به

    بمُبْتَنىً بإزاءِ العرش مقصودِ

    I love you, by that which the pilgrims circle,

    a sought-out edifice opposite the Throne;

  39. وزمزمٍ كلّما قسنا مواردَها

    أوفى وأربى على كلِّ المواريدِ

    and by Zamzam—whenever we measure its watering places,

    it proves fuller and greater than all other watering places;

  40. والموقِفَيْنِ وما ضحَّوْا على عجلٍ

    عند الجِمار من الكومِ المقاحيدِ

    and by the two stations, and what they hastily sacrificed

    at the Jamarat, of high-humped, fat camels;

  41. وكلّ نُسكٍ تلقّاه القبولُ فما

    أَمسى وأَصبحَ إلّا غيرَ مردودِ

    and by every rite met with acceptance, which

    is never rejected at evening or at dawn.

  42. وأرتضِي أنّنِي قدْ متُّ قبلكُمُ

    في موقفٍ بالرُّدينيّاتِ مشهودِ

    And I would be content to have died before you

    in a battle witnessed by Rudayni spears,

  43. جمِّ القتيل فهاماتُ الرّجالِ به

    في القاع ما بين متروكٍ ومحصودِ

    with many slain, where the heads of men

    upon the plain were either spared or reaped.

  44. فقلْ لآلِ زيادٍ أيُّ معضلةٍ

    رَكبتموها بِتخبيبٍ وَتخويدِ

    Then say to the house of Ziyad: what a grievous deed

    you rode into, trotting and hastening!

  45. كَيفَ اِستَلَبتم منَ الشّجعان أمرَهُمُ

    والحربُ تغلِي بأوغادٍ عراديدِ

    How did you wrest their authority from the brave,

    while war seethed with base cowards?

  46. فرّقتُم الشّملَ ممّن لَفّ شَملَكُمُ

    وأنتمُ بين تطريدٍ وتشريدِ

    You sundered the unity of those who united you,

    while you were being driven out and dispersed;

  47. وَمَنْ أعزَّكمُ بعد الخمولِ ومَنْ

    أدناكُمُ مِن أمانٍ بعد تبعيدِ

    and those who made you mighty after obscurity, and those

    who drew you close to safety after banishment.

  48. لولاهُمُ كنتمُ لحماً لمُزدَرِدٍ

    أو خُلسةً لقصير الباع مَعْضُودِ

    Were it not for them, you would have been meat for a devourer,

    or snatched prey for one short of reach, his arm cut off;

  49. أو كالسّقاءِ يبيساً غيرَ ذي بللٍ

    أو كالخباءِ سقيطاً غيرَ معمودِ

    or like a waterskin, dried up and holding no moisture;

    or like a tent, fallen and without supporting poles.

  50. أعطاكمُ الدّهرُ ما لا بعد يرفعه

    فسالبُ العودِ فيها مورِقُ العودِ

    May time give you what it will never afterward lift;

    for there, he who strips the bough is he who makes the bough leafy.

  51. وَلا شَرِبتمْ بِصفوٍ لا ولا عَلِقَتْ

    لكمْ بنانٌ بأزمانٍ أراغيدِ

    May you never drink a clear draught—no!—nor may

    your fingers take hold of times of ease.

  52. وَلا ظفِرتمْ وقد جُنّتْ بكم نُوَبٌ

    مقلقلاتٌ بتمهيدٍ وتوطيدِ

    Nor may you attain, as calamities rage madly against you,

    shaking you, any settled ease or firm stability.

  53. وحوّل الدّهر ريّاناً إلى ظَمَأٍ

    منكمْ وبدّل محدوداً بمجدودِ

    And may time turn a well-watered one to thirst

    among you, and put the ill-fated in the fortunate one's place.

  54. قد قلتُ للقومِ حطّوا من عمائمهمْ

    تَحقّقاً بمصابِ السّادةِ الصّيدِ

    I have told the people to lower their turbans,

    in acknowledgment of the calamity of the noble, proud masters.

  55. نوحوا عَليهِ فَهذا يومُ مصرعهِ

    وعدّدوا إنّها أيّامُ تعديدِ

    Lament him, for this is the day of his slaying;

    recount his merits: these are days for lamentation.

  56. فلِي دموعٌ تُبارِي القَطر واكِفةٌ

    جادتْ وإن لم أقلْ يا أَدمعِي جودِي

    For I have streaming tears that rival the rain;

    they poured forth, though I never said, “O my tears, pour forth!”