| 90-Then, she turned towards the grave of her father, choked with tears, and said:
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ثُمَّ الْتَفَتَتْ عليهاالسلام اِلىٰ قَبْرِ أَبِيها فَخَنَقَتْهَا الْعَبْرَةُ وَ قالَتْ
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| 91- After your departure, significant events and complicated circumstances unfolded, such that if you had been witness to them, the calamity for us would not have been so great.
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قَدْ كَانَ بَعْدَكَ اَنْباءٌ وَ هَنْبَثَةٌ
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| 92- We have lost you like the loss of the earth and its rain, Your people have deviated, so bear witness to them and do not be absent
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اِنَّا فَقَدْناكَ فَقْدَ الْأَرْضِ وَابِلَها
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| 93- And every people possesses a closeness and status with the Divine, maintaining a distinct position within their own community
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وَ كُلُّ اَهْلٍ لَهُ قُرْبى وَ مَنْزِلَةٌ
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| 94- At the time when you departed, and the dust became a barrier between us and you, people revealed the rancor in their hearts towards us
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اَبْدَتْ رِجالٌ لَنا نَجْوىٰ صُدُورِهِمُ
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| 95- Men scowled at us and treated us with disdain, When you were vanished, and the entire land was seized
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تَجَهَّمَتْنا رِجالٌ وَ اسْتُخِفَّ بِنا
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| 96- Soon, those who perpetrated oppression upon our family will come to know where they are turning back to on the Day of Resurrection
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سَيَعْلَمُ الْمُتَوَلِّى ظُلْمَ حامَتِنا
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| 97- You were the complete moon and a radiance cast upon the world, and it was upon you that the scriptures descended from the Mighty Lord
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وَ كُنْتَ بَدْراً وَ نُوراً يُسْتَضاءُ بِهِ
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| 98- And Gabriel used to comfort us with verses, But now, you are departed, and every goodness is concealed
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وَ كانَ جِبْرِيلُ بِالْآياتِ يُؤْنِسُنا
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| 99- The cities have become narrow for me despite their vastness, and the shining sun of the faces of your two grandsons [Hasan and Husayn] has dimmed in your absence, leading me to hardship and sorrow.
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ضاقَتْ عَلىَّ بِلادِى بَعْدَ ما رَحُبَتْ
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| 100- If only, before you, death had embraced us; at that moment when you left, and mounds of dust created a distance between us
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فَلَيْتَ قَبْلَكَ كانَ الْمَوْتُ صادَفَنا
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| 101- We are afflicted with a calamity, the loss of a dear one, a grief that has befallen no one, whether Arab or non-Arab, as losing such a dear one.
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اِنّا رُزِئْنا بِما لَمْ يُرْزَ ذُو شَجَنٍ
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| 102- So, as long as we live in this world and as long as our eyes remain, we will weep for you with tears in our eyes
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فَسَوْفَ نَبْكِيكَ ما عِشْنا وَ ما بَقِيَتْ
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| 103- And she concluded this by saying,
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وَ وَصَلَتْ ذلِكَ بِاَنْ قالَتْ
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| 104- As long as you were alive, I had a supporter, and I moved about with ease. With you as my wings, you were my companion.
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قَدْ كُنْتُ ذاتَ حَمِيَّةٍ ما عِشْتَ لِى
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| 105- Today, I am compelled to submit before a tyrant, distancing myself from him, and with my own hands, I repel the oppressor.
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فَالْيَوْمَ اَخْضَعُ لِلذَّلِيلِ وَ اَتَّقِى
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| 106- And if a pigeon cries out in grief, At night on a branch, I am crying in the morning
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وَ اِذا بَكَتْ قُمْرِيَّةٌ شَجْناً لَها
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poem as she turned toward her father’s grave, shaping it into poetic form. Preserving the intricacies of its meaning proves challenging in translation, especially when crafting it into a poem. Your suggestions are welcome to refine this translation, aiming to convey the essence as authentically as possible.
| Then, she turned towards the grave of her father, choked with tears, and said:
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ثُمَّ الْتَفَتَتْ عليهاالسلام اِلىٰ قَبْرِ أَبِيها فَخَنَقَتْهَا الْعَبْرَةُ وَ قالَتْ
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| In the wake of your departure, unfolding tales unfold,
Had you witnessed, our plight might have been controlled.
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قَدْ كَانَ بَعْدَكَ اَنْباءٌ وَ هَنْبَثَةٌ لَوْ كُنْتَ شَاهِدَها لَمْ تَكْثُرِ الْخَطَبُ
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| We’ve lost you, like earth missing its rain,
Your people have strayed, witness, do not abstain.
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اِنَّا فَقَدْناكَ فَقْدَ الْأَرْضِ وَابِلَها وَ اخْتَلَّ قَوْمُكَ فَاشْهَدْهُمْ وَ لا تَغِبُ
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| Each community has closeness with the Divine,
A unique place in their own, a sacred design.
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وَ كُلُّ اَهْلٍ لَهُ قُرْبى وَ مَنْزِلَةٌ عِنْدَ الْاِلٰـهِ عَلَى الْاَدْنِينَ مُقْتَرِبٌ
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| Men bared their souls, revealing hearts’ deep strife,
As you departed, dust emerged, a barrier, rife.
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اَبْدَتْ رِجالٌ لَنا نَجْوىٰ صُدُورِهِمُ لَمّا مَضَيْتَ وَ حالَتْ دُونَكَ التُّرَبُ
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| Men scowled at us with disdainful might,
When you vanished, and the land faced a usurper’s blight.
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تَجَهَّمَتْنا رِجالٌ وَ اسْتُخِفَّ بِنا لمّا فُقِدْتَ وَ كُلُّ الْأَرْضِ مُغْتَصَبٌ
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| Soon, the unjust will fathom our family’s plight,
On Judgment Day, realizing where they turn back in fright.
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سَيَعْلَمُ الْمُتَوَلِّى ظُلْمَ حامَتِنا يَوْمَ الْقِيامَةِ اَنّىٰ سَوْفَ يَنْقَلِبُ
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| You were the radiant moon, a light to guide,
From the Mighty Lord, scriptures in you reside.
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وَ كُنْتَ بَدْراً وَ نُوراً يُسْتَضاءُ بِهِ عَلَيْكَ تَنْزِلُ مِنْ ذِى الْعِزَّةِ الْكُتُبُ
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| Gabriel consoled us with verses divine,
Now, with your departure, goodness no longer shines.
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وَ كانَ جِبْرِيلُ بِالْآياتِ يُؤْنِسُنا فَقَدْ فُقِدْتَ وَ كُلُّ الْخَيْرِ مُحْتَجِبٌ
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| Despite their vastness, cities narrow in my sight,
Your grandsons’ shining faces dimmed, in absence’s blight.
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ضاقَتْ عَلىَّ بِلادِى بَعْدَ ما رَحُبَتْ وَ سِيمَ سِبْطاكَ خَسْفا فِيهِ لِى نَصَبٌ
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| If only, before you, death had embraced our fate,
When you departed, and dust built a distant gate.
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فَلَيْتَ قَبْلَكَ كانَ الْمَوْتُ صادَفَنا لَمّا مَضَيْتَ وَ حالَتْ دُونَكَ الْكُثُبُ
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| In sorrow’s grip, a loss, a unique plight,
A grief unmatched, be it Arab or non-Arab’s night.
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اِنّا رُزِئْنا بِما لَمْ يُرْزَ ذُو شَجَنٍ مِنَ الْبَرِيَّةِ لا عُجْمٌ وَ لا عَرَبٌ
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| So, as long as life endures and eyes retain,
We’ll weep for you, with tears, in sorrow’s domain.
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فَسَوْفَ نَبْكِيكَ ما عِشْنا وَ ما بَقِيَتْ لَنَا الْعُيُونُ بِتِهْمالٍ لَهُ سَكَبٌ
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| And she concluded this by saying,
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وَ وَصَلَتْ ذلِكَ بِاَنْ قالَتْ
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| You were my pillar, my wings to soar,
A steadfast support, as days unfolded more
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قَدْ كُنْتُ ذاتَ حَمِيَّةٍ ما عِشْتَ لِى اَمْشِى الْبَراحَ وَ اَنْتَ كُنْتَ جَناحِى
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| Today, to the low, I bow, yet stay aloof,
With my own hands, I fend off the oppressor’s proof.
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فَالْيَوْمَ اَخْضَعُ لِلذَّلِيلِ وَ اَتَّقِى مِنْهُ وَ اَدْفَعُ ظالِمِى بِالرّاحِ
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| When a moonlit dove mourns in the night’s hush,
On a branch, I weep with the morning’s blush.
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وَ اِذا بَكَتْ قُمْرِيَّةٌ شَجْناً لَها لَيْلاً عَلىٰ غُصْنٍ بَكَيْتُ صَباحِى
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