Ibn Hishām said¹: Most scholars of poetry reject the attribution of that poem to Ḥassān.

Ibn Isḥāq continued²: Kaʿb ibn Mālik composed the following elegy for Ḥamzah and his comrades, in the kāmil metre:

Anxieties came knocking at your door—sleep has fled;
you shuddered to find your supple youth stripped away.

A slim, desert-bred beauty beckoned your heart to passion;
but your longing plunged to the valley floor while your reason climbed the heights.

So cease persisting in error, wandering on in heedlessness;
long have you sought misguidance in mere folly.

Surely the time has come to stop of your own accord,
or to awaken when the guiding friend admonishes you.

The shock of Ḥamzah’s loss struck me with a blow
that made the daughters of my entrails tremble within me.

Had Mount Ḥirāʾ been bereaved of such a one,
you would have seen its rocky crest shatter to pieces.

A noble lion, firmly set in Hāshim’s proud forelock—
there where prophethood, generosity, and honour meet.

He hamstrung the tall war-camels in the fray
when the wind blew so cold that water nearly froze.

He left the mailed champion sprawling on the day of danger
when spears were aimed with deliberate intent.

You would see him striding in armour like a maned lion—
broad-clawed, tawny, and fierce.

He was the Prophet Muḥammad’s uncle and chosen friend;
he reached the waters of death, and fair indeed was that watering-place.

He met his fate a teacher among a clan
who championed the Prophet—martyrs among them.

I imagine Hind rejoiced at the tidings,
only to perish within a choking grief that will never cool.

We struck her people at al-ʿAqnqal one morning,
on a day when no auspicious helper stood with them.

And at the Well of Badr, when Gabriel and Muḥammad
stood beneath our banner, driving their ranks back.

I saw their chiefs held before the Prophet,
in two groups—he spared whom he willed and drove whom he willed away.

Seventy of them lay rotting by the water-trough—
ʿUtbah among them and al-Aswad.

Ibn al-Mughīrah we struck a blow above the jugular;
its frothing spray burst forth.

Umayyah of the Jumah clan—his crooked course
was straightened by a keen, well-forged blade in believers’ hands.

Thus the rout of the idolaters befell you:
as horses trampled them they were like startled ostriches scattered.

How vast the gulf between one who shall abide forever in Hell
and one who will dwell eternally in the Gardens.

Ibn Isḥāq also said³: ʿAbd Allāh ibn Rawāḥah composed an elegy for Ḥamzah and his companions on the Day of Uḥud—

Ibn Hishām adds: Abū Zayd recited it to me as being by Kaʿb ibn Mālik; Allah knows best—(in the wāfir metre).