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Hossain's
beloved daughters
O' father! Without the
flower of your face, my face from life, I have turned;
Since choosing you as my
ever beloved, my hands from both worlds, I have washed.
Remember? Your body in
the murder-cavity, I did not recognize!
I bowed to find the ring
on your finger, as the indicating sign.
Found not, neither the
ring nor the finger, searched and searched!
Then I asked of you,
from aunt Zaynab, so grieved, so distressed.
By staring at that
decapitated body, closeness to Allah, I was seeking;
A message for the
Shi'ah, from that cut holy throat, I was seeking.
But I remembered, myself
was a Shi'ah! So From sorrow, I burned;
And from your message,
all commands until eternity, I received.
Standing next to your
killed body, from sadness, I was dying;
By placing my lips on
that cut throat, a new life, I was finding.
My painful body, the
lashes of whips were kissing;
For journey provisions,
your body, I was kissing.
For loving you, slapped
my face so much, the enemy;
I turned blue, bluer
than the blue morning-glory.
Your head became a guest
in the house of Khooli, in Kufah that day;
Covered by ashes, you
became, and I, ash gray, since that gloomy day.
When she saw your head
on spear, my baby sister;
She was dying, and I
grieved for that baby sister.
Blissful was my baby
sister, seeing your head, and death she embraced;
And I! Hard-hearted was
I, staying, and your grave, I have embraced.
This is me and this
non-deserving soul, I sacrifice for the grounds of your goal;
For, you will never ever
think, a beloved other than you, I ever chose.
In that gold tray,
Qur'an so beautifully, you were reciting;
Wished to melt in your
tears, and inside, I was combusting.
O' the oppressed king!
You heard yourself, said that oppressor:
I
sought my revenge from the progeny of the Messenger!!!
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