Layalil Juruh (Nights of Wounds)

ليالي الجرح رزقي بالدمع، ما ينكطع نحيبي

On the nights of wounds, my sustenance is through tears, my wailing never stops

وسحابة هضم تمرني

And a cloud of oppression passes over me

فطرتي بچت، والگلب يون، ناعي الحزن حبيبي

My very nature wept, and the heart laments, my beloved is the ambassador of sorrow

وغربته وجع كسرني

His estrangement, a pain, broke me

يا ليالي الجروح هلي، وأريد بمصاب خلي

O nights of wounds, descend upon me, at the calamity of my beloved

أضج بالنحيب

I want to be filled with wailing

أعيش أنعى لخيام گلبه، وعلى اسمه اليفوح غربة

I live lamenting the tents of his heart, and over his name that breathes the scent of estrangement

وأموتن غريب

And I die a stranger

أمير الخدم أميري، وكعبة الشيم حسين

The commander of the servants is my commander, and the Ka'ba of noble traits: Husayn

ونعم الأمير

And what a commander!

يعتني الألم، وأسمعه بعتبة الخيم ينادي

Pain comes to me, and I hear him at the threshold of the tents calling

ألا من مجير

"Is there anyone to grant refuge?"

ليالي الجروح، مشت بيه وين؟

Nights of wounds, where have you carried me?

أضجن وأنوح، حبيبي حسين

I cry out and lament, my beloved Husayn

حبيبي حسين

My beloved Husayn

حبيبي حسين

My beloved Husayn

حبيبي حسين

My beloved Husayn

حبيبي حسين

My beloved Husayn

ألا يا جرح عاشر الظما، يا فاطمة أرد أنادي

O the wounds of the thirsty Tenth day (Ashura), I want to cry out "O Fatima"

وأبتدي باسمها نوحي

And begin my lament with her name

علي تلتفت وأنا باللطم، جمرة هضم بديها

She turns towards me while I beat my chest, an ember of oppression in her hand

تحطها بوسط جروحي

She places it in the middle of my wounds

وأنا منطي مولاي كلمة، ما أعيشن بغير خدمة

I have given my Master my word, I will not live except in service

وأدور رضاه

And I seek his pleasure

بخدمته أدعي يزيد حظي، وبالبواچي يدوم نبضي

Through serving him I pray that my fortune increases, among the weepers my heartbeat continues

وأعيش بهواه

And I live in his love

طويل الدرب، يريد الگلبه يدي حب

The road is long, it needs the one whose heart gives love

مروّة وعلى الطف غيور

With chivalry, protective over al-Taff (Karbala)

حبيب الگلب سمحلي، بهالعزاء أطب مواسي

Beloved of my heart, allow me to enter this mourning as one who consoles you

ورغم كل قصور

Despite every shortcoming

للأنطاني روح، والأنطاني عين

For the one who gave me a soul, and the one who gave me eyes

أضجن وأنوح، حبيبي حسين

I cry out and lament, my beloved Husayn

حبيبي حسين

My beloved Husayn

حبيبي حسين

My beloved Husayn

حبيبي حسين

My beloved Husayn

حبيبي حسين

My beloved Husayn

ليالي الجرح منبع الشيم، عند الخدم عقيدة

The nights of wounds are the source of noble traits, a creed among the servants

الدمع لليحب طهارة

Tears are purification for the one who loves

محزمه لعزاء صاحب الفضل، الماكو مثل حنانه

Strengthened for the mourning of the Possessor of Virtues, whose tenderness has no equal

إله بكل گلب شرارة

He has a spark within every heart

بلا حبه الحياة صحره، اليحبه گصير عمره

Without his love, life is a desert. Whoever loves him, their life feels too short

صفنته تطول

But their reflective stare grows long

وبغرامه الجروح ولهى، وفدائه العيون كلها

And with his love, even the wounds are lovestruck, and all eyes are ransom for him:

حبيب البتول

The beloved of the pure lady (Sayyida Fatima)

تحير الجمل بجماله، وناظري انشغل بعيونه

Sentences are bewildered by his beauty, and my gaze became occupied with his eyes

عليها السلام

Peace be upon them

طويل الأمل برحمته، وأدري بيه قبل خدمتي

My hope flourishes in his mercy, and I know that through him my services are accepted

ودموع الغرام

And my tears of passion

أجيله وأروح، وأمدله الإيدين

I come to him and go, and stretch both hands out towards him

أضجن وأنوح، حبيبي حسين

I cry out and lament, my beloved Husayn

حبيبي حسين

My beloved Husayn

حبيبي حسين

My beloved Husayn

حبيبي حسين

My beloved Husayn

حبيبي حسين

My beloved Husayn

ليالي الجرح مهبط النعي، وي مدمعي أشوفه

The nights of wounds are where the lament descends, and through my tears I see him

بغربته وصحت: يا ظامي

In his estrangement I cried "O thirsty one"

لخدمته أنتمي، وللبچي أستعد، ما أبتعد وأعوفه

To his service I belong, and for weeping I prepare, I will never leave and forget him

غريب الوطن إمامي

A stranger with no home: My Imam

يا ليالي الجروح زيدي، على الما يعوف إيدي

O nights of wounds, increase for me. For the one who never lets go of my hand

يحقلي العويل

I have every right to wail

أرد أذوب بهواه وأتعب، عليه أبچي دوم وأنحب

I want to melt in his love and exhaust myself, to always weep and sob for him

وأصيحن: دخيل

And cry out, "With your protection"

أسير العدا يصير، وجرحه ضاهده، يا ويلي

He becomes a captive of the enemies, and his wound bears down upon him, O my woe

شعظم هالمصاب

How immense is this calamity

يعيد الصدى ونينه، بهيمة وحده، وجروحه

My echo repeats his laments, alone in the dark wilderness, while his wounds…

لجمها التراب

Are bridled by the dust

وقميصه يلوح بسما الخافقين

And his shirt waves in the sky of the horizons

وأضجن وأنوح، حبيبي حسين

I cry out and lament, my beloved Husayn

حبيبي حسين

My beloved Husayn

حبيبي حسين

My beloved Husayn

حبيبي حسين

My beloved Husayn

حبيبي حسين

My beloved Husayn