In the lamentation of Hamza bin Abdul-Talib

Lamentation of Hamza bin Abdul Muttalib

The scents of poets overflowed with the lamentation of Hamza bin Abdul Muttalib, the lion of God and the lion of his messenger, and among what was said in his lamentation was what was narrated by Abdullah bin Rawaha

My eyes cried, and she deserved her weeping * It does not mean weeping or wailing

On the lion of God tomorrow they said * Ahmza that dead man

All Muslims were affected by it * there, and the Messenger was infected by it

Aba Ali, the pillars are guided by you * and you are the glorious, the righteous, the reaching

May the peace of your Lord be upon you, in Paradise * mixed with bliss that does not fade away

O Hashem of the good, be patient. All of your actions are good and beautiful

The Messenger of God is patient and generous * By the command of God, he speaks when he says

Except for the one who informs me of Louya * After today, there is a sign that will turn around

And before today, they did not know and tasted * our facts with which the grievance is healed

You forgot to strike us at the heart of Badr, the day after swift death came to you

In the morning, Abu Jahl's bed rests in bed * on him the birds are roaming

And his son's threshold is completely destroyed * and his gray hair was bitten by the polished sword

And the Banu Rabi`ah were important to ask them * in our swords there are remnants of them

Except, O Hind, cry, do not dictate * you are the Hebrew god Al-Haboul

O Hind, do not gloat over Hamzah, for your honor is humiliated

And Hassan bin Thabit said in his lamentation

Do you know the house, pardon its drawing = your distance towards the precipitous path

Between the beds, there is addiction = so the cannon of souls is in Hail

I asked her about that, so she was surprised = You don't know what the questioner's return is?

Leave a house for you that he has pardoned = and weep for Hamzah Dhul-Nail

Shizi filler if stormed = dust in the sweet phim

And the one who abandons the horn at Libda = stumbles upon the withered waist

And the one who wears horses when they gallop = like a lion in his valiant forest

White at the peak of Hashim = the truth did not pass without falsehood

The money of a martyr among your swords = the brutal hand of a murderer is paralyzed

Any person left in a machine = Matraura Marneh worker

The earth was darkened by his loss = and the light of the rising moon was blackened

May Allah's blessings be upon him in Paradise = high, honorable inside

We used to see Hamzah Harza = for us in every matter, our fang descended

And there was in Islam a tadra = it suffices you to lose the apathetic one

Do not be happy, Hind, and emulsify = tears and shed an example for the bereaved

And weep on the threshold when he cut it = with the sword under the wandering aspen

If he falls into a sheikhdom among you = from all the troubles, I say he is ignorant

Hamza wanted them in a family = they walk under the virtuous throat

In the morning, Gabriel is his vizier = yes, the vizier of the pregnant knight