For everyone new on my page this is a poem I wrote. O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY MIND O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY SIGHT I cry day and night wanting to be amongst your presence so bright Your visit is my desire for you encompass a great empire I wish I could smell your soil for my body mind and soul understands it’s royal We mourn ten nights bursting with might, we shed our tears as drops of crystal light You have Hussein who rests in pain amid your sandy terrain We salute you from a distance knowing you are of a significant existence O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY MIND O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY SIGHT Your soil is pure, because of Hussein you contain a great cure We travel to you young and old it is our temptation for you that we have sold No hands no legs we crawl to you zahfan zahfan there is no struggle too hard to pursue We visit you on the Arbaeen, and walk towards you O Hussein via Your Father Amir Al Momineen, Many sleepless nights remembering the calamities that befell you, O Hussein O what such atrocities, 1400 years on i close my eyes imagining you in my mind, O son of Ali your legacy has become our priority Hussein was showered with many spears which put Sayyida Zainab in atrocious tears Hussein was alone, beheaded and crumbled to the bone, as his body lies on the plains of Karbala I give bay’ya to you O Imami Hussein and I say Anta Waliyi Wabna Sayyidal Hadi Mohammadi O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY MIND O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY SIGHT Zahra cries out for Hussein for soon he will endure the suffering and pain Zainabs tears were left with a sad sound, dragged by chains un-scarfed and left on the ground. Abbas left the tent humble and fine but he returned severed with nothing but an unstable spine. In my eyes I see the depressed, but all I can do is remember Hussein the oppressed Hussein is like Noahs Ark as he guides the masses away from the dark Arrows were shot from far away penetrating the heart, it’s the holy tragedy which never splits the shia apart. O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY MIND O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY SIGHT We beat our chest, willing to do for Hussein Our Best, We shed our tears wishing that we could have stopped the spears Husseins mercy was showered towards his enemy, who were nothing but from an illegitimate heredity His actions so kind he loosened shimrs ropes as he did not mind, for on the day of Ashura what mercy did shimr show rather he became blind They harmed the women without a hidden vision, such acts of no dignity, they revealed them and kept them in captivity Hussein they cried along the riverside, so distressed alone Zainab became unknown, she was asked if she was Zainab al Hashimiyeh but all she could reply was that I am Zainab Al Masbiyeh Abdallah was raised towards the sky, his blood thrown up so high, rising up Hussein had cried O my son what has he done, a drink of water to quench his thirst amongst the tent I want him to be first O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY MIND, O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY SIGHT Year in year out the tragedy does not change, however for a people who know not it is kinda strange They know who you are the son of a star for you O hussein are beyond them so far You and your family were purified, so much so that an act of prayer without your mention is nullified Many schools of thought differ in what you brought, ya aba Abdillah it is the Shia of your father to which the best resort They claim you are but a man, so humble and kind O master what is it that they plan, your message passed on in the court of yazeed by zainabs will they all stood still Not a word to say nor an argument to display, the people stood in confusion, as they listened to a lady who was here own constitution O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY MIND, O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY SIGHT Your son zainul abideen was known as the best of as sajideen, 1000 riqaats a day for Allah he used to pray Or do we refer to your son Musa Al Kadhim who prostrated for 15 years in jail, my friend I tell you its not a fairy tale Let us travel from the ones so near to imam Ar ridha who is so dear, he rests in a land known as Iran inside Mashhad not far from khurasan To you all we travel through rough terrain such as gravel large mountains and even heavy rain, coming to you to ask for a need you are the family of anything other than greed We wipe your shrine with the intention of getting close to you, we even pray on your soil for it has benefits of a few Its a medication which is of such purification, a small dose brings a heart so close, for it has an effect, unlike any dirt which in your body is a defect O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY MIND, O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY SIGHT Together we come all being Shia as one, along the way we join our prayers which was made for the masses an ease, but many choose to look at us and tease, we pray 5 times a day at 3 separate times my dear friend its no compromise We derive our meaning from your progenies way, after all it is the only one we obey, so hard you did strive to keep the message alive, banni Ummaya were there but to deprive Standing strong with many decisions to make, in hell they will reside, a line about you which I do not fake Your devoted soldiers fought to protect, 1000 times down they would never object, no companions are like your own, for they stood along side you as you were the rightful thrown Paradise they were attaining not,rather it was your love which they never forgot O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY MIND, O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY SIGHT Rising up an army so small, against the enemy they would quickly fall, so much blood was shed that it would have filled a river bed, under the heat your body had laid, heaven they would have attained, if it were you they obeyed Their names wrapped around your shrine engraved in gold, it was designed in respect of their soul that they had sold, death to them was no fear for sayyid shabab ahlul Jannah was near Among your loved ones you were so dear, unlike the enemy who wanted to kill you but there was too much fear, you told them who you are and they knew it so, but many arrows were cast through a wooden bow Amongst ahlul kisaa you are the youngest, but it is you who will need to be the strongest, when you were born there was moments of tears, for RasulAllah was advised of the dreadful spears, your mother she cried who will be there for my Hussein, an answer was given, the Shia will maintain O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY MIND, O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY SIGHT They all relied upon you as an immaculate source, for who had as much knowledge as you, no one off-course, with you o Hussein we wish to be, it is only then when we will be set free For paradise, to meet you, we will sacrifice, abstain from sin even if its at a costly price They see us as oppressed, living a life of other than Islam non other than them are depressed, o Shia of banni sufyan, you plan, to kill a man, from the holiest clan, let me tell you hes different to those from afghanistan O Hussein from your body byinzal dam ahmar, this is what you showed Ali Al Akbar, Allaho Akbar we shout, for what you done Allah was proud Staying up late, for you we commemorate, for you ya Hussein, we grieve in suffering and pain, A man who was known as the free, came to ask if youd agree, he knew you were Safinat an Najah, and the son of he who was known as hayya Allal Falah, I stand and say Labbaik, my salat to protect you I would certainly break O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY MIND, O KARBALA O KARBALA YOUR IN MY SIGHT Shahidan shahidan la ninsak, semehne ya hussein atrajak, abbas cries ya Hussein my zowar I want to see, the arrow in my eye is preventing me, around Zeinab there was torment, I promised to come back with water for the tent, I am afraid that Zainab will ask, why did you not complete your task, Alilaa was in the tent of fire, Zainab stood there with nothing but he to desire, the man asked a question at hand, to you O Zainab for in there was no gold band, may I ask you what you need, take me to my father Ali I plead, to Hussein I made my way, next to my brother a life I wanted to stay Wilayat Amir al mumineen karrari, ila 3owm il qiyama nadi haydari, antom awliyaee wa 3owm il qiyama inshallah ma3akom ya sadatee.. Compiled and constructed by Haj Ali aka Aliyon WaliAllah..
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 14:25:54 +0000
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