My eye has wept—and rightly so; yet neither tears nor loud lament will avail.
For the Lion of God, on the morning they said, “That slain man is Hamzah,”
All the Muslims were stricken by his loss that day, and even the Messenger felt its blow.
O Abā Yaʿlā, the very pillars have been cast down, and the solace of the noble, dutiful kinsman has vanished.
Upon you be your Lord’s peace in gardens whose bliss shall never fade.
O virtuous men of Hāshim, be patient; every deed of yours is fine and fair.
The Messenger of God is patient and generous; by God’s command he speaks when he declares:
“Will someone carry from me a message to Luʾayy? From this day on, reversals will keep recurring.
Even before today they tasted our assaults, by which the thirst for vengeance is quenched.
Have you forgotten our blows at the Well of Badr, the morning swift death descended upon you—
The morning Abū Jahl lay slain, birds hovering and circling over him;
ʿUtbah and his son fell together, and Shaybah was bitten by the polished blade.
We left Umayyah battered and collapsed, a supple, noble sword embedded in his breast;
Ask the severed heads of the sons of Rabīʿah—our swords still bear their notches.”

O Hind, weep without growing weary, for you are the distraught, tear-stained, bereaved one;
O Hind, do not gloat over Hamzah, for your pride has been brought low.

Ibn Isḥāq said: Safiyyah bint ʿAbd al-Muṭṭalib—mother of al-Zubayr, the Prophet’s aunt, may Allah be pleased with them all—lamented her brother Hamzah (in the ṭawīl metre):

Shall the daughters of my father, fearful and anxious, question the men of Uhud—stranger and intimate alike?
The one who knew replied, “Hamzah has indeed gone to rest—the Messenger of God’s lieutenant, best of lieutenants.
The God of Truth, Possessor of the Throne, summoned him to a Garden where he lives in delight.
That is what we hoped and longed for Hamzah: that on the Day of Gathering he would gain the finest end.
By Allah, I shall never forget you so long as the east wind blows—my stops and my travels marked by tears and grief—
For the Lion of God who stood in the vanguard, fending off every stubborn unbeliever from Islam.
Oh, would that my flesh and bones had lain beside him, to be visited by vultures and eagles!
I say—now that the death-cry has risen among my clan—may Allah reward with goodness the best of brothers and allies.