Al-Husayn Ibn 'Ali Sayyidu'sh-Shuhada

Al-Husayn Ibn 'Ali Sayyidu'sh-Shuhada (Peace be Upon him)

Name: al-Husayn.

Title: Sayyidu'sh-Shuhada'.
Agnomen: Abu 'Abdillah.
Father' s name: 'Ali Amir al-Mu'minin.
Mother's name: Fatimah (daughter of the Holy Prophet).
Birth: In Medina on Thursday, 3rd Sha'ban 4 AH.
Death: Martyred in Karbala' (Iraq) at the age of 57, on Friday, 10th Muharram 61 AH and buried there.

In the house of the Holy Prophet, which presented the best image of both the worlds - the heaven and the earth- a child who benefited humanity as if he was a Divine Impression reflecting the earth, was born on one of the nights of the month of Sha'ban. His father was Imam 'Ali, the best model of kindness towards his friends and the bravest against the enemies of Islam, and his mother was Hadrat Fatimah, the only daughter and child of the Holy Prophet, who had as universally acknowledged, inherited the qualities of her father. Imam Husayn, is the third Apostolic Imam. When the good news of his birth reached the Holy Prophet, he came to his daughter's house, took the newly-born child in his arms, recited adhan and iqamah in his right and left ears respectively, and on the 7th day of his birth, after performing the rites of 'aqlqah, named him al-Husayn, in compliance with Allah's command. 'Abdullah ibn 'Abbas relates: "On the very day when Imam Husayn was born, Allah ordered angel Gabriel to descend and congratulate the Holy Prophet on His Behalf and on his own.

While descending, Gabriel passed over an island where the angel Futrus had been banished due to his delay in executing a commission assigned by Allah. He was deprived of his wings and expelled to the island where he remained for several years praying and worshipping Allah and asking for His forgiveness. "When the angel Futrus saw Gabriel, he called out, ' Where are you going, O Gabriel?'To this he replied, ' Husayn, the grandson of Muhammad is born, and for this very reason Allah has commanded me to convey His congratulations to His Apostle.' Thereupon, the angel said, ' Can you carry me also along with you? May Muhammad recommend my case to Allah.' Gabriel took the angel along with him, came to the Holy Prophet, offered congratulations to him on behalf ofAllah and himself and referred the case of the angel to him.

The Holy Prophet said to Gabriel, 'Ask the angel to touch the body of the newly-born child and return to his place in Heaven.' On doing this, the angle re-obtained his wings instantly and praising the Holy Prophet and his newly-born grandson, ascended towards the Heaven. Hasan and Husayn, the two sons of the Holy Imam 'Ali ibn Abi Talib and Hadrat Fatimah, our Lady of Light, were respected and revered as the 'Leaders of the Youths of Paradise' as stated by the Holy Prophet. The Holy Prophet Muhammad, peace be Upon him and his progeny, had openly prophesied that the faith of Islam would be rescued by his second grandson Husayn, when Yazid, son of Mu'awiayh, would endeavour to destroy it. Yazid was known for his devilish character and brutish conduct. He was known as the most licentious of men. The people having known and understood the character of Yazid, formed a covenant by which Mu'awiyah could not appoint Yazid as his successor. This undertaking was given by Mu'awiyah to Imam Hasan from whom Mu`awiyah had snatched power. Mu'awiyah violated this undertaking and nominated Yazid who succeeded his father. Immediately as he came to power, Yazid began acting in full accordance with his known character. He started interfering in the fundamentals of the faith and practiced every vice and wickedness freely with the highest degree of impunity and yet held himself out as the successor of the Holy Prophet, demanding allegiance to himself as the leading guide of the faith.

Paying allegiance to Yazid was nothing short of acknowledging the devil as Cod. If a divine personality like the holy Imam Husayn had agreed to his authority, it would be actually recommending the devil to humanity in place of Cod. Yazid demanded allegiance from the Holy Imam Husayn, who could have never agreed to it at any cost. The people fearing death and destruction at the hands of the tyrant had yielded to him out of fear. Imam Husayn said that come what- ever may, he would never yield to the devil in place of God and undo what his grandfather, the Holy Prophet had established. The refusal of the Holy Imam to pay allegiance to this fiend, marked the start of the persecution of the Holy Imam. As a result he had retired to Medina where he led a secluded life. Even here he was not allowed to live in peace, and was forced to seek refuge in Mecca where also he was badly harassed, and Yazid plotted to murder him in the very precincts of the great sanctuary of Ka'bah.

In order to safeguard the great sanctuary, Imam Husayn decided to leave Mecca for Kufah just a day before tile haj (pilgrimage). When asked the reason for the mysterious departure from Mecca foregoing the pilgrim- age which was only the next day Imam Husayn said that he would perform this year's pilgrimage at Karbala', Offering the sacrifice not of any animals, but of his kith and kin and some faithful friends. He enumerated the names of his kith and kin who would lay down their lives with him in the great sacrifice at Karbala'. The people of Kufah getting tired of the tyrannic and satanic rule of Yazid, had written innumerable letters and sent emissaries to Imam Husayn to come over and give them guidance in faith. Although Imam

Husayn knew the ultimate end of the invitations, he as the divinely chosen Imam could not refuse to give the guidance sought for. When the Holy Imam with his entourage had reached karbala', his horse mysteriously stopped and would not move any further. Upon this the holy Imam declared: "This is the land, the land of sufferings and tortures." He alighted from his horse, and ordered his followers to encamp there saying: Here shall we be martyred and our children be killed. Here shall our tents be burned and our family arrested. This is the land about which my grandfather the Holy Prophet had foretold, and his prophecy will certainly be fulfilled."

On the 7th of Muharram water supply to the lmam's carnp was cut and the torture of thirst and hunger started. the holy Imam's camp consisted of ladies, innocent children including babies and some male members of the Holy prophet's family; along with a small band of some faithful friends of Imam Husayn who had chosen to die with the Holy Imam, fighting against the devil for the cause of Allah.

The Day of 'Ashura (10th of Muharram):

At dawn the Imam glanced over the army of Yazid and saw 'Umar ibn Sa'd ordering his forces to march to- wards him. He gathered his followers and addressed them thus: "Allah has, this day, permitted us to be engaged in a Holy War and He shall reward us for our martyrdom. So prepare yourselves to fight against the enemies of Islam with patience and resistance. O sons of the noble and self-respecting persons, be patient ! heath is nothing but a bridge which you must cross after facing trials and tribulations so as to reach Heaven and its joys. Which of you do not like to go from this prison (world) to the lofty palaces (Paradise ) ? " Having heard the Imam's address, all his companions were overwhelmed and cried out, "O our Master! We are ail ready to defend you and your Ahlu 'I-hayt, and to sacrifice our lives for the cause of Islam." Imam Husayn sent out from his camp one after an- other to fight and sacrifice their lives in the way of the Lord. Lastly, when all his men and children had laid down their lives, Imam Husayn brought his six-month old baby son 'Ali al-Asghar, and offering him on his own hands, demanded some water for the baby, dying of thirst. The thirst of the baby was quenched by a deadly poisoned arrow from the brute's forces, which pinned the baby's neck to the arm of the helpless father. At last when the six-month old baby also was killed, Imam Husayn addressed Allah: "O Lord! Thy Husayn has offered in Thy way whatever Thou hath blessed him with. Bless Thy Husayn, O Lord! with the acceptance of this sacrifice.

Everything Husayn could do till now was through Thy help and by Thy Grace." Lastly, Imam Husayn came into the field and was killed, the details of which merciless slaughter are heart rending. The forces of Yazid having killed Imam Husayn, cut and severed his head from his body and raised it on a lance. The severed head of the Holy Imam began glorifying Allah from the point of the lance saying, 'Allahu Akbar'. "All glory be to Allah Who is the Greatest!" After the wholesale, merciless and most brutal slaughter of the Holy Imam with his faithful band, the help- less ladies and children along with the ailing son of Imam Husayn, Imam 'Ali Zaynu 'l-'Abidin, were taken captives.

Some Sayings of the Holy Prophet During his Lifetime with Reference to Imam Husayn:

1. Hasan and Husayn are the Leaders of the Youths of Paradise.

2. Husayn is from me and I am from Husayn, Allah befriends those who befriend Husayn and He is the enemy of those who bear enmity to him.

3. Whosoever wishes to see such a person who lives on earth but whose dignity is honoured by the Heaven- dwellers, should see my grandson Husayn.

4. O my son! thy flesh is my flesh and thy blood is my blood; thou art a leader, the son of a leader and the brother of a leader; thou art a spiritual guide, the son of a spiritual guide and the brother of a spiritual guide; thou art an Apostolical Imam, the son of an Apostolical Imam and the brother of an
Apostolical Imam; thou art the father of nine Imams, the ninth of whom would be the Qa'im (the last infallible spiritual guide).

5. The punishment inflicted on the murderer of Husayn in Hell would be equal to half of the total punishment to be imposed on the entire sinners of the world.

6. When the Holy Prophet informed Hadrat Fatimah of the martyrdom in store for his grandson, she burst into tears and asked, "O my father ! when would my son be martyred?" "In such a critical moment," replied the Holy Prophet, "When neither I nor you, nor 'ALI would be alive." This accentuated her grief and she inquired again, "Who then, O my father, would commemorate Husayn's martyrdom? " The Holy Prophet said, "The men and the women of a particular sect of my followers, who will befriend my Ahlul-Bayt, will mourn for Husayn and commemorate his martyrdom each year in every century."

Ibn Sa'd narrates from ash-Sha'bi:

Imam 'Ali, while on his way to Siffin, passed through the desert of Karbala', there he stopped and wept very bitterly. When interrogated regarding the cause of his weeping, he commented that one day he visited the Holy Prophet and found him weeping. When he asked the Apostle of Allah as to what was the reason which made him weep, he replied, "O 'ALI, Gabriel has just been with me and informed me that my son Husayn would be martyred in Karbala', a place near the bank of the River Euphrates. This moved me so much that I could not help weeping."

Anas ibn Harith narrates:

One day the Holy Prophet ascended the pulpit to deliver a sermon to his associates while Imam Husayn and Imam Hasan were sitting before him. When his address was over, he put his left hand on Imam Husayn and raising his head towards Heaven, said: "O my Lord! I am Muhammad Thy slave and Thy Prophet, and these two are the distinguished and pious members of my family who would fortify my cause after me. O my Lord! Gabriel has in- formed me that my son Husayn would be killed. O my Lord! bless my cause in recompense for Husayn's martyrdom, make him the leader of the martyrs, be Thou his helper and guardian and do not bless his murderers."

Sir Muhammad Iqbal says:

Imam Husayn uprooted despotism forever till the Day of Resurrection. He watered the dry garden of freedom with the surging wave of his blood, and indeed he awakened the sleeping Muslim nation. If Imam Husayn had aimed at acquiring a worldly empire, he would not have traveled the way he did (from Medina to Karbala'). Husayn weltered in blood and dust for the sake of truth. Verily he, therefore, became the bed-rock (foundation) of the Muslim creed; la ila ha illai Allah (There is no god but Allah).

Khwaja Mu'inu 'd-Din Chishti says:

He gave his head, but did not put his hand into the hands of Yazid. Verily, Husayn is the foundation of la ila ha illa Allah. Husayn is lord and the lord of lords. Husayn himself is Islam and the shield of Islam. Though he gave his head (for Islam) but never pledged Yazid. Truly Husayn is the founder of "There is no Deity except Allah."

Brown in his A Literary History of Persia writes:

As a reminder, the blood-stained field of Karbala' where the grandson of the Apostle of God fell at length, tortured by thirst and surrounded by the bodies of his murdered kinsmen, has been at any time since then sufficient to evoke, even in the most lukewarm and heedless, the deepest emotion, the most frantic grief and the exaltation of spirit before which pain, danger, and death shrink to unconsidered trifles. Yearly, on the tenth day of Muharram, the tragedy is rehearsed in Persia, in India, in Turkey, in Egypt, wherever a Shi'ite community or colony exists; . . . As I write it all comes back; the wailing chant, the sobbing multitudes, the white raiment red with blood from self inflicted wounds, the intoxication of grief and sympathy.

Allamah Tabatabai writes:

Imam Husayn (Sayyidu sh- Shuhada', "the lord among martyrs"), the second child of 'ALI and Fatimah, was born in the year 4 A H, and after the martyrdom of his brother, Imam Hasan Mujtaba, became Imam through Divine Command and his brother's will. Imam Husayn was Imam for a period of ten years, all but the last six months coinciding with the caliphate of Mu'awiyah. Imam Husayn lived under the most difficult outward conditions of suppression and persecution. This was due to the fact that, first of all, religious laws and regulations had lost much of their weight and credit, and the edicts of the Umayyad government had gained complete authority and power. Secondly, Mu'awiyah and his aides made use of every possible means to put aside and move out of the way the Household of the Prophet and the Shi'ah, and thus obliterate the name
of 'Ali and his family. And above all, Mu'awiyah wanted to strengthen the basis of the caliphate of his son, Yazid. who because of his lack of principles and scruples was opposed by a large group of Muslims.

Therefore, in order to quell all opposition, Mu'awiyah had undertaken newer and more severe measures. By force and necessity Imam Husayn had to endure these days and to tolerate every kind of mental and spiritual agony and affliction from Mu'awiyah and his aides-until in the middle of the year 60 AH, Mu'awiyah died and his son Yazid took his place. Paying allegiance (bay'ah) was an old Arab practice which was carried out in important matters such as that of kingship and governmentship. Those who were ruled, and especially the well-known among them, would give their hand in allegiance, agreement and obedience to their king or prince and in this way would show their support for his actions. Disagreement after allegiance was considered as disgrace and dishonour for a people and, like breaking an agreement after having signed it officially, it was considered as a definite crime. Following the example of the Holy Prophet, people believed that allegiance, when given by free will and not through force, carried authority and weight. Mu'awiyah had asked the well-known among the people to give their allegiance to Yazid, but had not imposed this request upon Imam Husayn.

He had especially told Yazid in his last will that if Husayn refused to pay allegiance he should pass over it in silence and overlook the matter, for he had understood correctly the disastrous consequences which would follow if the issue were to be pressed. But because of his egoism and recklessness, Yazid neglected his father's advice and immediately after the death of his father ordered the governor of Medina either to force a pledge of allegiance from Imam Husayn or send his head to Damascus. After the governor of Medina informed Imam Husayn of this demand, the Imam, in order to think over the question, asked for a delay and overnight started with his family toward Mecca. He sought refuge in the sanctuary of God which in Islam is the official place of refuge and security. This event occurred toward the end of the month of Rajab and the beginning of Sha'ban of 60 AH. For nearly four months Imam Husayn stayed in Mecca in refuge. This news spread throughout the Islamic world. On the one hand many people who were tired of the iniquities of Mu'awiyah's rule and were even more dissatisfied when Yazid became caliph, corresponded with Imam Husayn and expressed their sympathy for him. On the other hand, a flood of letters began to flow, especially from Iraq and particularly the city of Kufah, inviting the Imam to go to Iraq and accept the leadership of the populace there with the aim of beginning an uprising to overcome injustice and iniquity. Naturally, such a situation was dangerous for Yazid.

The stay of Imam Husayn in Mecca continued until the season for pilgrimage when Muslims from all over the world poured in groups into Mecca in order to perform the rites of the hajj. The Imam discovered that some of the followers of Yazid had entered Mecca as pilgrims (hajj) with the mission to kill the Imam during the rites of hajj with the arms they carried under their special pilgrimage dress (Ehram). The Imam shortened the pilgrimage rites and decided to leave. Amidst the vast crowd of people he stood up in a short speech announced that he was setting out for Iraq. In this short speech he also declared that he would be martyred and asked Muslims to help him in attaining the goal he had in view and to offer their lives in the path of God. On the next day he set out with his family and a group of his companions for Iraq. Imam Husayn was determined not to give his allegiance to Yazid and knew full well that he would be killed.

He was aware that his death was inevitable in the face of the awesome military power of the Umayyads, supported as it was by corruption in certain sectors, spiritual decline, and lack of will power among the people, especially in Iraq. Some of the outstanding people of Mecca stood in the way of Imam Husayn and warned him of the danger of the move he was making. But he answered that he refused to pay allegiance and give his approval to a government of injustice and tyranny. He added that he knew that wherever he turned or went he would be killed. He would leave Mecca in order to preserve the respect for abuse of God and not allow this respect to be destroyed by having his blood spilled there.

While on the way to Kufah and still a few days journey away from the city, he received news that the agent of Yazid in Kufah had put to death the representative of the Imam in that city and also one of the Imam's determined supporters who was a well-known man in Kufah. Their feet had been tied and they had been dragged through the streets. The city and its surroundings were placed under strict observation and countless soldiers of the enemy were awaiting him. There was no way open to him but to march ahead and to face death. It was here that the Imam expressed his definitive determination to go ahead and be martyred; and so he continued on his journey. Approximately seventy kilometers from Kufah in a desert named Karbala', the Imam and his entourage were surrounded by the army of Yazid. For eight days they stayed in this spot during which the circle narrowed and the number of the enemy's army increased. Finally the Imam, with his Household and a small number of companions were encircled by an army of thirty thousand soldiers. During these days the Imam fortified his position and made a final selection of his companions. At night he called his companions and during a short speech stated that there was nothing ahead but death and martyrdom.

He added that since the enemy was concerned only with his person he would free them from all obligations so that anyone who wished could escape in the darkness of the night and save his life. Then he ordered the lights to be turned out and most of his companions, who had joined him for their own advantage, dispersed. Only a handful of those who loved the truth about forty of his close aides and some of the Banu Hashim remained. Once again the Imam assembled those who were left and put them to a test. He addressed his companions and Hashimite relatives, saying again that the enemy was concerned only with his person. Each could benefit from the darkness of the night and escape the danger. But this time the faithful companions of the Imam answered each in his own way that they would not deviate for a moment from the path of truth of which the Imam was the leader and would never leave him alone. They said they would defend his Household to the last drop of their blood and as long as they could carry a sword. On the ninth day of the month the last challenge to choose between "allegiance or war" was made by the enemy to the Imam. The Imam asked for a delay in order to worship overnight and became determined to enter battle on the next day.

On the tenth day of Muharram of the year 61(680) the Imam lined up before the enemy with his small band of followers, less than ninety persons consisting of forty of his companions, thirty some members of the army of the enemy that joined him during the night and day of war, and his Hashimite family of children, brothers, nephews, nieces and cousins. That day they fought from morning until their final breath, and the Imam, the young Hashimites and the companions were all martyred. Among those killed were two children of Imam Hasan, who were only thirteen and eleven years old; and a five-year-old child and a suckling baby of Imam Husayn. The army of the enemy, after ending the war, plundered the haram of the Imam and burned his tents. They decapitated the bodies of the martyrs, denuded them and threw them to the ground without burial.

Then they moved the members of the haram, all of whom were helpless women and girls, along with the heads of the martyrs, to Kufah. Among the prisoners there were three male members: a twenty-two years old son of Imam Husayn who was very ill and unable to move, namely, 'Ali ibn al-Husayn, the fourth Imam; his four years old son, Muhammad ibn 'Ali, who became the fifth Imam; and finally Hasan al-Mujtaba, the son of the second Imam who was also the son-in-law of Imam Husayn and who, having been wounded during the war, lay among the dead. They found him near death and through the intercession of one of the generals did not cut off his head. Rather, they took him with the prisoners to Kufah and from there to Damascus before Yazid. The event of Karbala', the capture of the women and children of the Household of the Prophet, their being taken as prisoners from town to town and the speeches made by the daughter of 'Ali, Zaynab, and the fourth Imam who were among the prisoners, disgraced the Umayyads.

Such abuse of the Household of the Prophet annulled the propaganda which Mu'awiyah had carried out for years. The matter reached such proportions that Yazid in public disowned and condemned the actions of his agents. The event of Karbala' was a major factor in the overthrow of Umayyad's rule although its effect was delayed. It also strengthened the roots of Shi'ism. Among its immediate results were the revolts and rebellions combined with bloody wars which continued for twelve years. Among those who were instrumental in the death of the Imam not one was able to escape revenge and punishment.

Anyone who studies closely the history of the life of Imam Husayn and Yazid and the conditions that prevailed at that time, and analyses this chapter of Islamic history, will have no doubt that in those circumstances there was no choice before Imam Husayn but to be killed. Swearing allegiance to Yazid would have meant publicly showing contempt for Islam, something which was not possible for the Imam, for Yazid not only showed no respect for Islam and its injunction but also made a public demonstration of impudently treading under foot its basis and its laws. Those before him, even if they opposed religious injunctions, always did so in the guise of religion, and at least formally respected religion. They took pride in being companions of the Holy Prophet and the other religious figures in whom people believed.

From this it can be concluded that the claim of some interpreters of these events is false when they say that the two brothers, Hasan and Husayn, had two different tastes and that one chose the way of peace and the other the way of war, so that one brother made peace with Mu'awiyah although he had an army of forty thousand while the other went to war against Yazid with an army of forty. For we see that this same Imam Husayn, who refused to pay allegiance to Yazid for one day, lived for ten years under the rule of Mu'awiyah, in the same manner as his brother who also had endured for ten years under Mu'awiyah, without opposing him. It must be said in truth that if Imam Hasan or Imam Husayn had fought Mu'awiyah they would have been killed without there being the least benefit for Islam. Their deaths would have had no effect before the righteous appearing policy of Mu'awiyah, a competent politician who emphasized his being a companion of the Holy Prophet, the "scribe of the revelation," and "uncle of the faithful" and who used every stratagem possible to preserve a religious guise for his rule. Moreover, with his ability to set the stage to accomplish his desires he could have had them killed by their own people and then assumed a state of mourning and sought to revenge their blood, just as he sought to give the impression that he was avenging the killing of the third caliph. (Shl'ite Islam)

al-Imam al-Husayn ibn 'Ali, peace be Upon him, said:

Beware of your apologies; for a true believer does not sin and does not have to apologize, whereas the hypocrite commits sins everyday and apologizes everyday.

When other people turn to you in need, consider it a favour of Allah. Do not be wearied of this favour, or it will move on to someone else.

Experience enhances the intellect.

The Battle of Karbala

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his journey o'er the night; Unveiled, the Dawn revealed her glorious face. The
King who rides the heavens saw her light and called his brave companions to
their place. 'The time has come at last; to God give praise; arise! In fitting
prayer your voices raise. Brave hearts! For strife and slaughter dawns this day;
here the blood of Muhammad's race will flow.' Zahra's darling, honored, seeks
the fray; the night of parting fades 'neath union's glow.' We are those for
whom the angels weep; too live this day we sacrificed our sleep. This morning
brings an evening ever blessed; we who depart for Paradise
will slake our thirst byKausar's spring, and there find rest. May God exalt our
names for honor's sake?' Unequalled, each of them to joy gave birth. Let
martyrs rise in glory from this earth.' At this the faithful friends rose from
their beds, and donning glorious raiment combed their hair; then tying turbans
on their noble heads, they faced the peerless Lord and gathered there. Wrapped
in colored cloaks, their fear grew less; Rose perfume, musk and civet filled
their dress.

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dwarfing heaven with their height, in battle Solomon's, in w:st="on">Sheba lions; the
bravest fighters bowed before their might; No pangs of hunger pained these
stalwart scions. For their great hearts the world was less than nought; to the
vastness of the sea they gave scant thought. Their dry lips sang the praise of
God; and light Shone on their faces; fear was put aside. No grief or panic
clouded o'er their sight; they joked and laughed and shared their skills with pride.
Their charming accents gladdened every ear; each word they uttered was a joy to
hear. Beyond compare the figures of their speeches; each point they made with
rare magnificence. Their rhetoric the art that knowledge teaches; their dry
tongues shed the honey of eloquence. Arabian poets marveled at their art. Lips
like pistachios gently prized apart. Laughing voices, faces like the rose, their
bodies smelt as sweet as Joseph's cloak; Devout, abstemious; their saintly pose
In Heaven's slaves would servitude provoke? Such rubies are not found, such
pearls are rare.' They are angels', cried the Hours, 'born of air.' There was
no water for the heavenly crowd; before the prayers they washed in shining
sand.Theirfaces gleamed like sunrays through a cloud. Sons of the Father of the
Dust, this band Became as radiant as the silver moon; their faces mirrors in a
hazy noon. The kinsmen of the King stepped from their tent, Fatima's
darlings all of beauteous face; Qasim the fair and Akbar heaven-sent, Aqil and
Muslim, Ja'far's valiant race. Their countenances lit the sky around.

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eighteen suns stood on the ground. That morning 'neath the shadow of the stars!
If Moses, who called God on Sinai, Had seen their light that with the vision jars,
He would have swooned. Celestial majesty was echoed by the birds' song in the
bowers of the desert valley filled with fragrant flowers. That dancing
brilliance wafted by the breeze! The russet satin sky was put to shame. Rosy
dew-drops hung on swaying trees; Diamonds were abashed and pearls found blame.
Each bush was crowned by glittering diadems; the leaves of every tree wore precious
gems. How fine the art of the Creator's pen! On every leaf embellishment was
shown; a skill beyond accomplished poets' ken, which to the simpler mind
remained unknown. ll stood in awe of the Lord of Servants' craft; Enamelled
richness o'er the valley laughed. The light, the fresh, cold desert and the
sky! The pheasant, quail and peacock made their call; the sweet-voiced birds
intoned their plaintive cry; the morning breeze brought coolness to the soul.
Red petals clothed the trees and sought their arms then gathered in the-
ditches round the palms.

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the morning breeze that blew Amid the branches swaying
in the bowers, Scattering on the blooms rare drops of dew; One nightingale
addressed a thousand flowers. The primroses of Zahra's garden drank the dew,
collected on the rosy bank. The ring-doves gathered round the cypress tall; the
pigeons cooed: 'The Lord alone holds sway!' Then came the cry: 'Our God is
blessed by all.' The birds pursued their worship in their way. Not only flowers
sang their adulation; the tongues of thorns gave praise in exultation. Lifting
up its hand, the ant cried out: 'Oh Cherisher of the weak, who rule our fate!'
'Eternal One! Almighty!', came the shout, 'There is one God, and He alone is
great.' The deer called in the woods, the birds in the air; The jungle lions
roared within their lair. And here amid the thorns the Prophet's flowers imparted
fragrance to the desert lands; the house of Fatima
faced its last hours in the garden planted by Muhammad's hands this garden cut
down in those ten sad days, by traitors wasted, cruelly set ablaze.

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autumn and the flowers of spring! Muhammad's sons could scarcely hold their
breath. Like bridegrooms they had dreamed of joy to sing; but their red
garlands were the blooms of death. Awake all night, their eyes were drunk with
sleep. Their perfumed smiles caused closed bud's' hearts to leap. The glory of
that russet-colored tent! A fresh sky o'er the earth had been unfurled. To the
canopy no pole's support was lent; this ancient house! Faith's pivot in the
world. For Allah's loved-ones dwelt beneath this sky like stars in the empyrean
on high. The desert land smiled mocking at the skies; the seventh heaven
thought it dwelt above. Its curtains were the veils of beauties' eyes, and
heaven plucked its stars from it with love. The morning thought the sun a
wretched sight when it compared it to that desert's light. Then suddenly the
dawn's white light came in; to lead the prayer the King came from his throne.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>All stood behind
the Lord of Men and Jinn; Ali Akbar called the prayer in Hasan's tone. The eyes
of everyone were filled with tears. As if the Prophet's voice fell on their
ears. The birds fell silent; trees in ecstasy Rocked to an' fro; their buds and
fruit sang praise. The towns and deserts joined in harmony, and ocean-beasts
emerged to hear their lays. The darling of Shabbir to all lent weight; O'er
land and sea they cried: 'Our God is great!' The women of the King wept hitter
tears; While Bano of renown stood silently, Zainab repeated blessings with her
prayers: 'My muezzin, I give thy life to thee! They call in praise of God; oh,
hear their joy! As beautiful as Joseph is my boy. He reads from the Quran; what
majesty! His grandsire once for speaking held the prize. Ah, may his voice
remain eternally! The strains of David, who was called The Wise! Those melodies
like petals of a flower! A nightingale chirps in the Prophet's bower.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>Let someone take
these blessings on my part; May God protects him from the evil eye! His eloquence
would capture any heart, although for two long days his throat is dry. In
foreign lands misfortune strikes Husain. Three days of hunger torment him with
pain.' 'Make ready for your worship!' came the cry. 'The King of all Creation
leaves his seat. In ranks of light the Leader passes by; Salvation's path bows
down to touch his feet. His radiance in the highest heaven will reign.' The
Quran became a prayer-mat for Husain. The company's prayers were verses from
that age; like bismillah the King stood at their head; the ranks were lines of
writing on the page, and proudly stood behind the one who led. The dawn blinked
at the whiteness shown between the rows of words that Ali once had seen. They
magnified the Lord in glorious tune; all heaven's angels blessed them for their
sake. In faith their faces shone bright as the moon; in fear of God their limbs
began to quake. Their necks were bowed in humble adulation.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>Like the
crescent moon they folded in prostration. Haidar's scions, Muhammad's noble
kin, Eighteen brave young men stood in one place; All peerless, righteous,
humble, free of sin, The friends of the Imam in wisdom's grace. Theirs the
praise of God in all directions. Theirs the beads that told their benedictions.
They stood, and then bowed; their prayers flew to the sky; To the One Existing
Lord they showed devotion. Prostrate upon the ground, their time passed by; their
hands, their arms, their feet betrayed no motion. But of their own dire plight.
They made no word. They prayed beneath the shadow of the sword. They raised
their heads and pointed to the air; the gates of heaven received their
adulation. Their hands, the pinions of the bird of prayer, to the trembling sky
sped on their supplication. In humble pose they fell upon the ground; In
Gabriel's domain their words passed round. The prayer of the King of Men was
now complete; His thirsty friends came forth to shake his hand. One kissed his
cheek, another touched his feet; what stalwart spirits had this hungry band!
His soldiers pledged their faith with every breath; Embracing on the feast-day
of their death. Here one fell upon the ground in thanks; here the Quran was
read in doleful strains. Praise of the Prophet echoed in their ranks; here
power to the Almighty 'mid their pains.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>Husain cried
out: 'Have pity on our plight; on us who thirst and hunger in our flight!' Here
sad laments and pleading supplication; But there oppression, cruelty, wicked
deeds. Umar, son of Sa'ad cried, 'Keep your station! Watch the river, guard the
banks and meads ! Husain is without water for two days. Let him not drink a
drop until he pays.' The Celestial King gave orders from his place, when arrows
suddenly began to fall. Towards the evil foe he turned his face. Weighing his
sword Abbes obeyed his call. Like moths around the torch of the Imam, They
rallied to protect Husain from harm. To Ali Akbar he made this behest: 'On
treachery our evil foe is bent. Life of my soul, go where the women rest, and
lead them from the forecourt to the tent.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>Through
negligence let no child comes to grief; For Asghar's neck is the target of the
thief ' The Sky-Throned King had thus addressed his son, When Faze cried from
the porch: 'Behold our plight! Oh Lord, now where may Ali's daughters run? The
children have been crying through the night. Suffocated by the heat they weep,
But now in the morning breeze they go to Baqir rests, Sakina is in a swoon;
This feverish heat our babies has oppressed. In tears they sleep, their faces
like the moon, Weak from hunger. Where to give them rest? Theirs is no fault.
Why do these arrows rain? They seek the coolness of the breeze in vain.'
Hearing her voice, the Heavenly Lord arose; 'Neath shields his comrades took
him to the porch. He cried: 'We part for battle with our foes. Prepare the
horses. Light our righteous torch! May our hearts rejoice in Paradise
today; Make haste to force this issue in the fray. With these brave words, the
King of Land and Sea Went over to the women. In the ranks His men prepared.
Abbas, renowned and free, paced to and fro, a lion with armored flanks.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>The lightning of
his face flashed on the sand; His shield aloft, his sword gripped in his hand.
Solomon's crown was humbled by his helm; the wings of Huma were envious of its
plumes. His gauntlets would fair Victory overwhelm; God save us from his anger
when it looms! When a brother wards off tyranny and wrong, Will not his
brother's heart feel safe and strong? The King beheld the women's piteous
state; their hair hung loose, their faces pale and white. Zainab made a prayer:
'Oh God Most Great! Save Fatima's darling in
this awful fight. May Bano's crop be green and fresh with sap; and may she
nurse new offspring in her lap. At Karbala
the traveler is undone! An assault upon a Sayyid, loved by all! In foreign
lands can battle e'er be won? Have mercy on these babes so frail and small.
They die of hunger; thirst has plunged its sword. They are Your Holy Prophet's
family, Lord! Neither Ali nor the Prophet has been kept to lead this house so
cruelly laid to waste; For Fatima we mourned, for Hasan wept; Husain alone
remains in kingship placed. Have mercy! Spare the Refuge of our band! Our
company is lost without his hand.' Drawing near, the Lord of Heaven spoke: 'Be
not thou troubled. All thy prayers are heard.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>Our cursed foe
all faith and pledges broke, and now they will learn justice at my word. This
is no time, my sister, for thy tears. Bring forth the holy relics. Cease thy
fears.' Zainab brought the clothes the Prophet wore when he went to Heaven on
that night. Husain put on his turban, and once more He donned the cloak to
which he had the right. Those holy garments fitted perfectly; the scarf of w:st="on">Fatima, his legacy. The glorious turban-flaps hung down
unfurled; like jasmine-perfumed locks they graced his race, and on his
shoulders rested black and curled. Cathay and
far Khotan renounced their place. Musk and ambergris could not compare with the
scented spikenard twisting in his hair. The Prophet's fragrance wafted from his
train. No bridegroom knew such perfume from a bride. Haidar, Fatima, Hasan, Husain.
The scent of the Holy Five on every side was squandered on the vale; the
swaying flowers! In Paradise Rizwan rocked in its showers. The King of Time had
donned this fine array; His sister, blessing him, began to weep: 'Ah Haidar,
Hasan! Where are you today? We roam abroad; where does our mother sleep? My
sweetest Joseph now from us will part; I die; ah, may the Prophet bless his
heart!' The box of arms was opened by the King; Zainab, chaste and holy, beat
her breast.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>The armour
wrought in heaven began to sing the prayers inscribed upon the Leader's chest.
The beauty of its jewels shone out afar and every link was like a gleaming
star. When Zulfiqar, the mighty sword, appeared, The King of Heaven kissed its
hilt with love. He weighed it in his hand, and Glory cheered: 'I bow to thy
magnificence above. May victory be thy lot, may triumph flow, And may thy
strike fall squarely on thy foe!' He fixed the sword that he alone could wield;
the crescent moon grew frantic in the sky; Up to his shoulder mounted Hamza's
shield, whose dignity increased when raised on high. The mark of Prophethood
was its proud gain > from being on the shoulder of Husain. The Lord of
High and Low in arms was dressed; The Sayyid's standard stood before the hand.
The women, hair disheveled, were distressed; His sister clutched the pole with
trembling hand. With swords bound to their waists, on battle bent, the sons of
Zainab came before the tent. Those rosy-cheeked young boys with valour trod.
Their cloaks tucked in and sleeves rolled up for war. The might of Ja'far and
the Lion of God; in stature small, hut valiant all the more. They rubbed their
eyes upon the flag and sighed.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>In ecstasy to
clasp the pole they tried. They eyed the standard, looked with hopeful eyes towards
their mother, praising loud the King; then taking counsel, sure to win the
prize quietly said: 'From thee we ask one thing. Who carries Ali's emblem to
the fray? Who bears our grandsire's standard there today? For when the King
takes counsel, let him know we have the right, although we dare not ask.
Politeness tells us that we should be slow in coming forward for this glorious
task. We love and serve the Master of Creation, but also hope to gain our
reputation. Great heroes in the Prophet's army fought, But Ja'far gained the
greatest honor then. On Khaibar's field all great distinction sought, But Ali
took the standard of his men. We may be thirsty, but we fight like lions.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>Of Ali and of
Ja'far we are scions.' Zainab answered: 'What is this to you? Can I advise or sway
the Lord of Men? Please know your place. Accept that which is due. I shall he
angry if you speak again. Now stand aside, clasp hands and show respect. Ali
Akbar stands alone through your neglect. Move aside. Go by the standard. There!
Make sure our Heavenly Master does not see. You come and drive me mad. Now is
that fair? Your behavior is not good. Please let me am! You cry, but I can do neither
more nor less. As far as I'm concerned that's childishness! You're babies.
Still you crave the highest place. Well, find a way of putting on some years.
But I admit there's courage in your face. No one can match you from amongst
your peers. This issue must be weighed up carefully.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>No one receives
what is not meant to be. The standard was not made for hands so small. You are
the youngest, though you think you're wise. Before the Prophet's Grandson you
must fall. This is your duty; here your glory lies. You wish to fight, but what
can be attained? Today in death alone is honor gained. What if your forebears
won that rich reward? Do you think it good to steal their reputation? Real
qualities are those shown by the sword. Let Haidar guide you; aim at Ja'far's
station. You do have Ali's blood, but do not boast. Be worthy of that title
midst the host. How did the Winged Ja'far gain renown? The standard was the
Prophet's gift he took; and when he drew his sword and brought it down, the
lands of Syria and w:st="on">Turkey
shook. And when he lost his life that Son of Kings, Instead of arms God gave
him jeweled wings... For three whole days their army faced defeat; Then Ali
bore the standard to the field. The Lion of God put Marhab to retreat; the foe
within the fortress would not yield. Put he broke down that door of infamy As
if it were a leaf plucked from a tree. Now, Ali's noble son, in ambush caught,
Beholds our mother's garden laid to waste. And you forget to ask why I'm
distraught.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>Incensed by rank
and honor you make haste to win for your own name a reputation. For me you
spare such scant consideration.' The rose-faced boys in deference clasped their
hands: 'Oh, Sister of Husain! Control thy wrath. No further talk of standard on
these sands, But thou wilt see our worth when we go forth to rout the foe, then
sleep where martyrs fall. You will say we were the bravest of them all.' Her loving
sons thus spoke; she drew her breath, and then as the tears welled up within
her breast, she cried: 'You give me tidings of your death; but wait and by your
mother's hand are blessed. You scorn your mother's words before you part. Why
do you plunge this dagger in my heart?' The King drew near to Zainab and thus
spoke: 'my sister, didst thou hear what thy boys said? They are the lions which
fearsome spirits broke. 13y such unequaled hearts are armies led. Compared to
the bravest ones who passed before, their frown is different and their courage
more. Just ten years old! What purpose they display! Such stubbornness in ones
so young is rare.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>May dearest
fortune smile on them today? At whose breast were they suckled? 13y whose care
Were they brought up to grace the Prophet's name? But they are young. How can I
meet their claim? The bearer of the standard is thy choice.' 'The King of
Heaven must choose.' Zainab replied. 'Thou wert declared our mother with one
voice', Answered Husain, 'the day that Fatima
died. So now must thou decide; for thee to say which one will hear the standard
to the fray.' Zainab answered: 'I can do no more. For thou art Leader of the
Strong and Weak, And after the Quran thy word is law. But if it is thy will
that I should speak, then I would choose the brave Abbas. For me in valour no
one stands as high as he. He loves thee; he is thine obedient slave; a younger
brother who will give his life for thee, and fight with strength among the
brave; a worthy son in time of war and strife; a lion-hearted general, good and
fair.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>With his great
courage no one can compare.' The King who has no equal found his voice, as
tears came to his eyes: 'to thee my thanks. My sister, thou hast uttered Ali's
choice. Go call Abbas, the terror of the ranks.' Akbar called his uncle
reverently: 'The King waits. My aunt has chosen thee.' Abbas came in the
presence of the King. 'Go to thy sister', said Husain. 'She chose. ' Zainab
placed the standard in the ring. Taking the flag the Lord of Heaven arose:
'Here is the standard thou alone mast lift. For thee the Holy Ones reserved
this gift. 'He clasped the pole and to his Master bowed, Then filled with glory
touched his sister's feet. She blessed him, saying: 'Brother I have vowed my
life to thee.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>Protect me from
the heat of battle. Go and bring us peace today, and guard thy brother in this
awesome fray.' Abbas addressed his sister: 'While my head remains upon my neck,
be not distressed. Though a hundred-thousand swords on us be sped, they will
not pierce this shield,-my stalwart breast. The sons of the Lion of God to
action rise; they fight with lions and tear out their eyes.' To Ali's tomb he
turned his noble face: 'Behold each atom has become a sun! Ah, Lord of Dust!
Have mercy on thy race. Before Husain to martyrdom I run. My head will fall to
save thine only peer; my blood and sweat are shed upon Shabbir.' Hearing this,
Abbas's wife drew nigh. At first, she looked with coyness at her spouse. She
blessed Husain and Zainab with a sigh, And said: 'These sufferings my grief
arouse. But such reward that you have now bestowed Makes great the honor which
we are not owed. ' Zainab laid her head upon her
breast, And said: 'I pray thy womb may e'er give life.' She answered: 'May my
Lady's name is blessed. Let children be thy fortune as a wife. May Ali Akbar
pass his wedding night here 'neath the stars that make this heaven bright? May
destiny ensure their safe return? Let the cry go up in Yathrib for the Lord. class=GramE>May dear Umm al Benin with honor burn.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>My joy on Ali
Akbar's bride is poured. May henna red his hands and feet adorn. May his
wedding greet the shadow of the morn?' The little girl, Sakina came and said:
'Where is my uncle? Tell me, why this throng? Let me place my blessings on his
head. May he be saved by God from harm and wrong? He takes the standard; may
his fame be mine; for he is Ali's glory, Ali's sign.' 'Come, my dear', Abbas
smiled through his tears. 'You're thirsty, and I did not stop to think.' Sakina
answered: 'No, allay thy fears. Thou hast the standard now, but we must drink.
Go, fill my water-skin. No other boon I crave from thee. Bring water. Bring it
soon!' Hearing her words, the Sayyid women cried. Qasim came near and called to
the Imam: 'The Syrian army masses with its pride and fast approaches, bent on
doing harm.' Husain replied: 'No cause for fear this day! Abbas will bear our
standard to the fray.' Standard in hand, Abbas to action fell. The barefoot
women ran with hair disheveled. The Lord cried: 'Brood of Mustafa, farewell! We
part. 'Tis time the scores were duly leveled.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>This is the
morning of the night of sorrow. Our fading stars unite to greet the morrow.'.'
Grief-stricken, Zainab fell before Husain; And Bano, stumbling, fell before her
son; Trembling, Kulsum fell, her heart in pain; Sakina, Baqir fell down one by
one. The garden was despoiled, no gay flowers danced; the standard like a
funeral-bier advanced. The celestial Lord Abbas with firm intent Strode out;
the soldiers said their last farewell. The King of Both Worlds left the women's
tent, But Zainab's piercing shrieks he could not quell. His heart was pained;
tears washed his eyes anew, as when a sun-flower's face is washed with dew.
Just like Muhammad, mounted on his steed, Husain attached his quiver to the
rein. The tongues of men and Jinn cried out: 'Indeed, The Prophet's horse
descends to earth again! His graceful movement shames the mountain-quail; His
face that of a bride beneath her veil. Behold the way his eyes flash, stern and
bold! How proudly struts and sways the noble horse! His limbs were fashioned in
a perfect mould. He stops and pricks his ears up in his course. His neck the
fairies' hands would fain caress.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>Swift as Huma he
sports his comeliness.' The wind began to blow; the horse advanced With joy
towards the desert, gaining strength; The cavalry took their reins; their
horses pranced The standard, like a cypress fair in length, Came forth to Irma's
garden midst its bowers- To Karbala, the land of desert flowers. The five
pronged emblem's radiance robbed the sight; its gleaming was reflected on the
sand; it lit the high empyrean with its light? A bridegroom's face veiled in a
golden strand. The emblem and the sun shone in both ways, entangling in the air
their brilliant rays. God's chosen army of magnificence! The infamous enemy
flags began to droop. Brave Hashimites with rare munificence, Adornment of the
earth, an honored troop. Each one the seed of Ali, each in price was dearer
than the groves of Paradise. Those eight young
boys, fair-faced, straight-backed and wise with awesome strength and grit were
Haidar's scions. Black locks entwining their narcissus eyes, with little knives
they were a match for lions. Their moon-like breasts for arrows were the snare they
came like bridegrooms to a place of prayer.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>The hours from their
windows in delight Called out: 'Bless the Imam and bless his sword. The earth
this day presents a wondrous sight, for he resembles Mustafa, our Lord. The
banner of Abbas goes forth unfurled. The company of the Prophet rules the world
for when the Holy Prophet left his place, we thought the world bereft of
beauty's charm. But let the old bent sky now hide his face! Ali Akbar lives to
he Husain's right arm. Just see his comely looks and know his worth. Muhammad
in Heaven; his shadow on the earth. Suddenly arrows rained upon the horde.
Husain advanced and pleaded with his foe. His thirsty friends came to protect
their Lord; they struck the Syrian force and laid it low. With swords held
high, the fight w as underway All strove like Malik Ushtar in the fray. The
King's companions, bent on Holy War, Raised cries; the earth began to shake
with fear.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>Fierce lions
against foxes to the fore! The cursed foe in panic to the rear! To north and
south fell lightning on the flanks and pierced the black clouds of the Syrian
ranks. Now Ali's grandsons fought with might and main. Their daggers had the
force of Zulfiqar. On shield and shoulder savage blows would rain. The wounded,
dead and dying lay afar. They proved themselves to be the Prophet's scions;
Nursed by the milk of Zainab, they were lions. Those tiny little hands, those
wrists so white; their speed created havoc in the field. The enemy bowmen broke
their ranks in fright, and pleaded with the Prophet's men to yield. In them
Muhammad's strength was manifest. 'Twas Zainab's milk that fed their lion-like
breasts. Qasim, Hasan's son, so bravely fought; Surrounded, he roared like an
angry beast. Three days of thirst and hunger were as naught.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>With unveiled
face no bridegroom to his feast E'er ran as hard as he attacked his foes and
dealt the Syrian Arzaq hefty blows. The sword of brave Abbas flashed with such
power That Gabriel sought protection from his Lord The son of Sa'd there faced
his final hour 'Midst shield less corpses scattered-by the sword. As lions
spring to gain the river banks, Abbas swam through the waves of serried ranks.
The guards of the Euphrates lost their heads and
like the river's current flowed away. Black-hearted foes were tossed into its
beds; their life-breath burst like bubbles in its spray. Abbas, dry-lipped,
took water for his men, As if the Prince of Arabs fought again. Ali Akbar
seized his victims with a frown, like a hungry lion pouncing on its prey. The
proud were vanquished, mighty men put down; His adversaries o'er the desert
lay. Their heads were severed; no one dared to pass beyond the lines defended
by Abbas. On both sides swords rained down till past midday. The earth and
skies resounded with the crash. With folded wings the angels looked away.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>No more the
shouts, no more of swords the flash. The shields were spent; the spears now
joined the fight; by afternoon the army was in flight. Husain brought back the
corpses of his nation; No martyr's head was severed by the foe. May no man
suffer such dire tribulation! He cried: 'Alas! Where do their spirits go? The
weight of mountains has been thrust on me. Such fine array men's eyes will no
more see.' 'Mid dead and dying stood the lone Imam. The Prophet's cloak was
soaked in crimson gore. L) Ejected, anxious, thirsty, in alarm, He heard their
victory drums; the enemies' roar proclaiming slaughtered martyrs broke his
heart; it pierced his spirit like a poisoned dart. Only he who grieves can
understand. The garden of life's toil now wasted lay. No rest from lamentations
cruel hand the lamps were out that once burnt bright as day. Scattered limbs
exposed to searing heat; On Ali Akbar's corpse there was no sheet. The King of
the Age moved slowly to the tent; He could not bring his thirsty lips to speak.
Lifting the flap, he cried: 'My heart is rent! My sister, it is Asghar's that I
seek. Now bring him from his cradle to the door. I long to
see his moon-like face once more.' Muhammad's women ran to him unveiled,
And Zainab brought the baby in her arms.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>He took the
child, by pangs of love assailed, and kissed him, overcome by infant charms.
The knife of grief cut through Husain's sad breast; His holy knee afforded Asghar's
rest. He cradled Asghar in his warm embrace. Outside in ambush lurked black
Kahil's son, who fired a three-pronged arrow from his place; its target was the
neck of the little one. The baby writhed in pain; the Leader cried; the tiny
child was slaughtered by his side. The baby died, and in the earth about A
little grave w as fashioned by the sword. The child was buried, and Husain
cried out: 'Oh Holy Ground, he mindful of thy ward! This love of Ali, keep him
in thy care, Ali's pledge and Fatima's
treasure rare!' He spoke and donned his shining arms once more; His eyes were
bloodshot, and his face was red. Clothed in the Prophet's cloak, now went on w
war, With Hamza's shield alone to fight he sped; With Zulfiqar, that sword of
might and fame; Muhammad's armour graced his noble frame. Was it Rust clothed
in armour or his steed? The fiery, faithful horse was swift and fleet.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>A bridle, gold
and silver, was its lead; Elixir was the dust raised by its feet. The blood of Dumdum
far pulsed through its veins; Submissive when the Master took its reins. The
days of summer heat defy description. My tongue burns like a candle if I try.
God save us from the blast of its inception! The field was red, and yellow
burnt the sky. Cold water was the wish of this poor band, as flaming winds
poured fire upon the sand. The vehemence of the sun, its cruel glare! The face
of day was burnt and black as night The Alqama dried up; its banks were bare; its
bubbles burst and from the heat took flight. The spring of life was dry; its
work was done. The Euphrates steamed and
boiled beneath the sun. Four-footed creatures sheltered in the lake; with fish
the salamander made its home; the deer were languid, cheetas would not wake; the
molten rocks became a waxen foam. The red flew from the rose, green from the
glade; in wells the water dropped in search of shade. There was no tree that
still bore flowers or fruits; the date-palms were on fire like the chenar.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>No smiling rose
drew moisture from its roots; Thorns grew on branches burnt as black as tar. No
limb could stir, no beating heart would race; All nature bore a pale,
consumptive face. The beasts cowered in the places that were wet; Birds hid
themselves within the forest trails. The pupils of the eye were bathed in
sweat, and would not peep outside their eyelash-veils. If one glance came to
stand upon the street, A thousand blisters formed upon its feet. The lions
would not emerge from their wild dens; Dust hung, around the hazy sun's wide
girth. Gazelles all sought the refuge of the fens. The firmament caught fever
from the earth. > from pain of heat it uttered mournful sound. Seeds
roasted if they fell upon the ground. The whirlpool on the water spun with
flame; > from burning bubbles sparks of fire would leap; the tongues of
waves were dry; no solace came to crocodiles which languished in the deep The Rivers
blazed as if on Judgment's Day, and roasted fish upon their billows lay. The
mirror of the sky was scorched with heat, and lightning dashed for shelter in
the cloud.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>Hot-tempered men
could scarce stand on their for morning's camphor
cried the sun aloud. The dome of elemental fire burnt red, and clouds to even
colder regions sped. In that great heat the King of Nations stood; the
standard's shade, the Prophet's arms no more. His sighs were flames, his tongue
was hard as wood, His lips were grey; his hack was bent and sore. Three days
deprived of water, now he stuttered; His tongue tripped over every word he
uttered. The enemy riders let their horses drink; they led their camels to the
watering-places; the birds refreshed themselves upon the brink, and water-boys
rushed moisture on their faces. A pious act to care for bird and beast! Husain,
so thirsty, looked upon their feast. A golden parasol for Ibn Said! His
servants fanned him as he sat; and now the ground was splashed with water by
his guard. But for Husain no shade to cool his brow. The blazing sun beat down
upon his back; His blessed countenance was burnt and black.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>The son of Said
called: 'Lord of Heaven, think! Give me allegiance, for I mean no harm. A
cooling draught shall I give thee to drink.' Husain replied: 'Ah wretch,
respect Islam! The son of Ali takes no gift from thee. > from thy hand
water is but dust to me. For if I asked, then Abraham would come and fill my
cup from the fount of Salsabil; wouldn't thou give me to drink, oh filthy scum?
With avaricious tyrants would I deal? Thy very shadow causes flowers pain. If
thou art cut, no blood pours from thy vein. And if I called, Jamshed would give
his cup; The Prophet would tell Gabriel to bring a draught from Kausar's spring
for me to sup; on earth the angels would my victory sing. At my command the
world would cease to be. Iraq
and Syria
sink beneath the sea.' He spoke and gazed on Zulfiqar's bright blade. The son
of Sa'd fell back, alarmed and shy. > from enemy ranks an arrow-charge
was made; the sound of war drums sped across the sky. The horsemen massed; their
spears were poised for war- Black flags adorned the black-faced army's roar.
The clamour of the drums, the trumpets' cry! The angels' ears were deafened by
the din. And from its senses all the earth did fly, as armored soldiers with
their spears moved in. With shields upon their heads came this vile band, like
rain-clouds swooping on the desert sand.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>Intoning martial
verses, Ali's scion advanced with Gabriel's hand upon his shoulder. Onward he advanced?
A male lion? With sleeves rolled up; each step he took grew holder The bride of
battle was in splendor wreathed; Husain's intrepid sword was now unsheathed.
The flaming sword was wrenched out of its cover, As moonbeams fly, as perfume
leaves the rose, As a comely maiden taken from her lover, As breath departs the
breast, as red blood flows. When thunder roared and all the air did swell,
Laila swooned and from her litter fell. Husain swooped like an eagle from on
high, as lions in the jungle pounce on deer. The heavens flashed; the clouds
began to cry; His horse rushed down like water swift and sheer. The sharp sword
cut the foe with thunderous crash; they fell like mountains 'neath the
lightning's flash. The sparks flew from the sword that cut and thrust, Heads
were severed in the wind that blew. It beat upon the armour, raising dust. The
wings of Gabriel stretched out and flew. Those wings were like a charm that all
men saved, for on them Ali's name stood out engraved. The foe on which the
sword fell split in two; the blade came down again to make him four. The path
it took was the one Death pointed to; however hard its task, it craved for
more.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>No rider in his
saddle could be found; the armour's chains lay scattered on the ground. Its
strike beheaded that tumultuous horde; Assembled ranks were shattered by its
flight; each body's castle fell beneath the sword, and houses crumbled 'neath
its torrent's might. Whoever struck the scimitar fell dead; its lustrous
sharpness made the streams run red. Ah God, the river and the sheet of flame!
Fire on water, water set ablaze! The sword sped onwards, whispering God's name;
its current woke the still pools from their daze. It quivered and the evil
spate was snared. With Zulfiqar's keen sharpness naught compared. The centre,
flanks and wings, both left and right of the murderous army by Husain were
crushed. The earth v. as spinning as the sword took flight. > from
lifeless bodies all the spirit gushed. Their souls left like those guests that
part in haste; the market closed; the city was laid waste. The horsemen bore the
sword's almighty speed; it cut them through and split their horses' girth. It
thirsted after blood and did its deed. And bloody corpses choked the heavens
and earth. No need it had for grindstone or for flint; > from land to
sky all space shone with its glint. This sword of autumn spoiled the garden's
bloom. Torn from its scabbard now it craved no home. Faithful has for
faithlessness no room. Do those exalted with the lowest roam? Straightness in
its curve, and sharp its tongue; the power to cut upon its breath was hung.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>It struck the
breast, the heart was bathed in blood; the fingernails of Death plunged in the
flesh. The cry 'God save us!' poured out in a flood. It cut down honor, and
then it struck afresh. Ten steadfast men could not brook its attack; its
flaming fire turned all their faces black. Ranks collapsed on ranks where're it
struck, now this way, that way, dashing through the air. 'Where has it gone?'
'Which warrior did it pluck?' The cries came: 'It is here!' 'No, it is there!'
The archers could not find the way to go. If heads were severed, bodies did not
know. Those by the water washed their hands of life, and hands of headless
riders lost the reins. A hand was struck; a heart was plunged in strife. No
hands were left to grab their horses' reins. They fain would hide their faces
in their hands; but, shamed, their feet took off across the sands. Ah, how they
feared the Lion of Creation! The stream of the Euphrates
turned to bile. Their cruel hearts were racked with consternation; they could
not run, nor could they stay awhile. 'Run!' came the
cry, 'before it is too late.' The river
of God's wrath was in
full spate.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>Although the
watery fish were armour-clad, they hid themselves in fear, mouths open wide. In
whirlpools spun the shields; the waves were mad; the crocodiles sought corners
dark to hide. The river would escape the sword's white heat. But bubbles formed
like blisters on its feet. Divine destruction was the sword's swift blow. 'God
help us!' came the cry. 'What can we do?' Through helmets, then through
breastplates it would go, Then on through saddles, slicing steeds in two. And
when the sword into the ground was thrust, The Earth cried: 'Save me, Ali, Lord
of Dust!' The bowmen, pressing hard, died in the fray. Their arms hung loose; their
bow strings still were taut. The horn was cut, their arrows flew away; One step
onto the field and they were naught. The bird of vain imagining took flight; the
notches on their arrows gaped in fright. All those who were in archery renowned
could find no place of refuge but the grave. And those whose target-shot was
always sound Groped blindly for the life they could not save. Those archers of
perdition, sore misled, mistook the arrow's notches for its head. The lines
fell upon lines, and flanks on flanks; Riders fell on riders, steed on steed.
For five that fled, ten fell among the ranks, and heralds were dispatched with
awesome speed. The army broke and tyranny was dashed. So rare to see a foe so
cruelly lashed. The Lion of Karbala was now enraged.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>To w:st="on">Karbala for refuge wolves
had fled. What war in Karbala
the sword had waged! At Karbala
fell many a severed head? The villages became abodes of ghosts. Mounds of
corpses towered above the hosts. The Warrior King struck panic in his foe, and
turmoil broke beneath the ancient sky. The bowstrings looked for refuge in the
how; for help the bow to arrow-heads made cry. The ruthless sword drove on, and
everywhere the enemy sought a respite from its glare. > from twanging
bowstrings arrows sped like rain; Hurtling from the Syrian cloud they poured.
The piebald horses, chestnut steeds in pain Whinnied as the sweltering hot
winds roared. The hatred of the desert was. On fire; Husain alone withstood its
clamorous ire. Water-carriers came and called their wares: 'The market-place is
brisk!' 'Come cool your hearts! - The wicked, mindful only of their cares,
Rushed to the water-boys like poisoned darts. A blazing fire consumed the world
of pain. All drank their fill except the Lord, Husain. Such thirst assailed him
'neath those burning skies; He masked his face and cried in desperation. The
sun's sharp glare assaulted his poor eyes, but still he leapt and fought with
exultation. Rare beads of sweat poured down his holy face; pure pearls cascaded
on the battle-place. But those who slaked their thirst just slunk away. The
sword of Ali led the fight alone.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>It flashed upon
the scalp in full array. Stopped by neither shields nor iron nor stone. The
blade of the Creator knew no thirst; In front of it the helmets' blisters
burst. The enemies were confused, and could not tell an arrow from a bow, such
was their plight. The archers seeking refuge fled to Hell; their quivers
shuddered as they took to flight. No sooner had they tried to grip their bow, their
heads were off; their bodies were laid low. The horses jostled riders when they
saw the sword flash by; in fear they jumped and leapt. Not one in thousands
stood this battle raw; among the ranks there was no order kept. > from
every side the shout of 'Scatter!' 'Flee!' Swords turned their faces from the
misery. > From the stamping of the horses sand flew up; The firmament
filled like an hour-glass. The dark-blue sky became a dusty cup, and blackness
spread o'er valley, hill and pass. The glow that lights the world was lost from
sight; the afternoon at once had turned to night. The prowess of the Lord
against his foes! With sunlight on his swarthy face he strode.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>His dry cracked
lips were petals of the rose; Like Ali borne by Zuljanah he reode. Came clamour
from the battle, fierce and harsh: 'Run off! An angry lion stalks the marsh.'
'Husain! Make haste to save us!' came the cry. 'Husain contests the banks; the
swamp he takes. Husain fights with the wrath of God on High. The world is his;
in him God's spirit wakes! Husain saved Noah from the dreadful flood. May we be
saved by Ali Akbar's blood?' The name of Ali Akbar reached his ears; His heart
was pierced; he pulled his horse's rein. And as he stopped, his eyes were
filled with tears; He addressed the spot where his dead son had lain: 'Life of
my soul! They call you from afar. The battle ends; I lay down Zulfiqar.' Ibn
Said cried out and slapped his knee: 'Ah shame! His victory becomes defeat!
Behold! The hero! Such brave men as he should never lead them to base retreat.'
Then one of Ibn Sa'ds strong men cried out: 'This prize is mine! I'll put
Husain to rout!' He was gigantic, ugly, fat and dark, and larazen-bodied with a
waist of iron; Of Death his quivered arrows bore the mark; His shield had
smashed the teeth of many a lion.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>His heart was
evil and his soul corrupt; at his every step a mountain would erupt. Another
giant like him in form and height, with brushy, beetling brows and dark-blue
eyes. Stood by his side, depraved and full of spite. In battle he slew foes of wondrous
size. One boasted of his club and one his sword. They girded up their loins to
slay the Lord. To paint this awesome fight I need resolve; to gain my enemies'
praise the power of speech; a sword-sharp tongue its hardness to dissolve; A
pen of steel its forcefulness to teach. To draw the battle-ranks amassed for
war the inkpot needs the flash of Zulfiqar. The anguished soldiers stood their
faces white; the bravest of them trembled, for they feared Husain might bring
his sword into the fight. Could Marhab stand his ground if Ali dared? Could
Antar keep his head in such a fray? Who has defeat or victory today? A voice
from Heaven cried out: 'In Allah's name! Oh Lord! Oh Darling of the Arab race!'
The King was mounted, mindful of his fame; His sword rose up and showed its
gleaming face. The shameless giant pressed onwards like a flood, But Zulfiqar
was thirsty for his blood.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>In battle
stalwart soldiers staked their lives, and evil frowned upon the earth beneath; their
thunderous shields, their lightning-flashing knives were drawn against the
horse that gnashed its teeth. It beat its hooves; those cowards sought retreat.
The earth-supporting cow shook on its feet. The selfish giant came brandishing
his spear Against Husain, lout little served his might. At once the sword was
raised into the air; the tyrant's arrows from its strike took flight. They
might have hit a rock; their heads were dashed: The string that fired them
broke; the bow was smashed. The tyrant raised his club in fresh attack; The
Scion of the Dusty One saw red. He beat his hands in wrath; the giant fell
back, as lightning struck upon his angry head. Defeat for evil! Victory for the
just! His head now severed fell upon the dust. Confused and scared he tried to
run away, And groping took his sword in his left hand. But Death's cold hand
will always find its prey. And Zulfiqar sliced through him on the sand. A
miracle the way the sharp sword flew! The rider and his horse were cut in two.
The second giant approached; the King called out: 'Hast thou not seen the power
of Zulfiqar?' The wretch came on, regardless, with a shout.

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already called him from afar. Summoned by the voice that knows no laws, another
victim for the lion's jaws. The King of Faith towards his rival turned, As if a
hungry lion had joined the fray. With nonchalance the enemy's sword was
spurned. The sky was split; the heavens spun away. The giant sank in the saddle
without a sound; His mighty horse was pressed into the ground. The peaks of Qaf
sped from the fairies' sight; The Jinn were lost; the lions strayed from home; the
denizens of the deep dashed to the light; the hawk and partridge fled where
pythons roam. The mountains huddled, hiding, from the roar, and eagles fell
from eeries where they soar. A voice came from the sky: 'All hail, Shabbir!'
This sword was made for him. Shabbir, all hail! All hail! To him was battles honor
dear. Nursed at his mother's breast, how can he fail? God gave him mastery o'er
all creation. For he alone could fight to save his nation. But now enough! No
more, Husain! No more! 'Tis time to rest. The horse pants from the heat. The
time for prayer draws nigh.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>The battle's
roar is over now for thee. No more! Retreat! No one can fight thus, thirsty in
the throng. Attend to thy dear kin, and soothe their wrong.' Sheathing his
sword, the King; cried: 'I obey!'!' The Day of Judgment came upon the world.
The enemy stood like animals at bay. Their arrows fixed, their standard's flag
unfurled. Husain stood helpless. See and you will know your helpless Lord alone
before his foe! Ten thousand arrows dashed upon his chest; A hundred at one
time sought out their prey.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>The spears
transfixed his side and pierced his breast; ten stuck for every four he pulled
away. The Shadow of the Lord was filled with spines, like needles in the backs
of porcupines. > from all directions arrows poured like rain; Assassins
rushed with spears and daggers bared. Such pain befell Husain. Such pain! Such
pain! The one who on the Prophet's lap was reared. No one to pluck the arrows from
his chest. No one to lift him to his place of rest. Midst thousands, one
afflicted stood, alas! The noble son of Fatima,
alas! Shabbir was struck by tyrants' spears, alas! And arrows pierced his holy
skin, alas. That ragged, angry army, honor's bane, poured out its bristling
quivers on Husain. Those who had fled from battle now returned; one took a
stone and aimed it at his head. The blow struck home; his fevered forehead
burned; then to his throat a three-pronged arrow sped. He touched his forehead,
clasped his throat and sighed. The arrow flew out from the other side. This
arrow had three heads, so it is told; it pierced the Lord, not stopping in its
track. His breathing stopped; his eyes wide open rolled; He tried to pull the
shaft out from his back. His final breath emerged? An angry flood? The palm
placed on his wound was filled with blood.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>A'var Salami, an
enemy of the King, A foe of true Islam, now played his part. He split his
forehead with a mighty swing; Sinan, the son of Uns, speared through his heart.
Another plunged his stomach with a hook. The grave of the Prophet's Refuge
sighed and shook. Husain falls from his mount? Calamity! His holy foot falls
from the horse's girth. His side is gaping open? Misery! He swoons; his turban
drops upon the earth. The Quran has fallen headlong from its stand. The
Ka'aba's walls have crumbled into sand. Far from the wastes came w:st="on">Fatima's pure voice: 'Muhammad! See our family despoiled!
Now who will save our friendship and rejoice? Against what tyranny our Leader
toiled! Full nineteen-hundred wounds were on him thrust; Ah Zainab! Come!
Husain writhes in the dust.' Now Zainab moved the curtain of the tent and came
with unveiled face and heaving breast. Her limbs were trembling and her back
was bent. She cried: 'Ah Karbala, where is thy guest? From- thirst I suffer;
guide me with thine eyes, and bring me to his corpse, to where it lies. The
whole world is in darkness at my feet. For Allah's sake, stay with me at my
side. Where lies our Sayyid writhing in the heat? Ah mother, lead me to the
place he died!' Her sighs consumed her blazing heart with flame.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>A voice was
heard: 'Who moans and calls my name?' Who called: 'Oh sister? Do not come this
way! The time for thy departure is at hand. For Allah's sake, go home! Lost is
our day. May Ali save the ship of this poor band. Let not Husain is left in
this cruel waste. To drape his corpse let Fatima
make haste.' Her head uncovered, Ali's daughter walked to the place where Ali's
darling son was slain. She ran, though by the evil enemy balked, and reached
the spot, clutching her breast in pain. Ignoring every danger, she drew near, and
saw her brother's head stuck on a spear. Then Zainab, overcome with sorrow,
cried: 'Ah Sayyid! Let me bless thy blood-soaked face. My brother's throat was
slit. See how he died! Didn't thou forget thy sister's healing grace? Our house
is robbed; the promise was not kept.'

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";color:black'>His moving lips
took God's name as she wept. 'Thy sister greets thee, brother. Answer me! Hear
the cry of Haidar's daughter's strife. With thy dry tongue give answer! Hear my
plea! Should Zainab cling to this accursed life? For Death alone can end this
separation. No one is left to give me consolation. My brother, can I bring thee
back once more? What can I do? Where can I tell my woes? To whom can I recount
the pain I bore? Our city is now ruled by evil foes. The world has been
destroyed beyond belief. How can I live within this house of grief? Why did
this wretched waif not die before? Come tell me how the dagger ripped thy breast?'
A voice cried: 'Do not ask the pains I bore! For all that came to pass was for
the best. Now from all tribulations I am free, But ah! The wound to be apart
from thee! For even now the foe is bent on plunder. Give naught but thanks to
God for thy dear life. When tyrants come to set our home asunder, Take care of
poor Sakina in her strife. Protect my daughter in thy warm embrace; Let no one
look in anger on her face.' Enough, Anis! Your very limbs are quaking. This
monument you built with glory rings. Such verses written while your hands were
shaking will fire the world and please the hearts of kings. Their harvest is
this gathering of mourning the spring-like pleasure of the autumn's dawning.