And how many a sign did the Prophet Muhammad lay bare, how many a banner of proof did he raise—he who smashed idolatry!
All people became equal in upholding his truth; in revering him, each assumed the station of a devoted servant.
Arabs, Abyssinians, Persians, Berbers, and their Kurdish kin all drew the winning lot of mercy.
Copts, Nabateans, Khazars, Daylamites, even the Romans, hurled at you in his defense blows that break the bones.
They spurned the unbelief of their forefathers and embraced pure monotheism, gaining thereby a firm share of felicity.
Through him they all entered the religion of truth and submitted to the binding ordinances of the Almighty.
By him the dream whose meaning Daniel had once declared was brought to certain fulfillment.
Sind and Hind embraced Islam, taking up the faith of guidance and rejecting the creeds of the foreigners.
He split for us the full moon of the heavens as a sign, and with a single sâʿ he satisfied every hungry soul.
Springs of water welled up in the middle of his palm, with which he quenched the thirst of a vast, clamoring army.
He came with what sound intellects attest to be true, not with groundless claims that have no legs to stand on.
Upon him be Allah’s peace for as long as the radiant sun rises and the pitch-black night follows thereafter.
His proofs shine like the sun—nothing like your muddled talk about essence and hypostases.
To us belong every science, ancient and new, while you are but asses, your flanks still raw and bleeding.
You have produced poetry cold and lifeless, its meanings weak, its verses clogged with phlegm.
So here you have these lines—like a necklace set with emeralds, pearls, and rubies, masterfully arranged.

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[Then the year 356 AH began]
It commenced while the caliph was al-Muṭīʿ li-Allah and temporal power rested with Muʿizz al-Dawla ibn Būyah the Daylamite. On the day of ʿĀshūrāʾ the Rāfiḍīs held their mourning ceremonies for al-Ḥusayn ibn ʿAlī, persisting in the lamentations they had invented.