Poetry dedicated to Islam and the Ahlul Bayt (household Of the last Prophet of mankind)All poems written by Abu Shahbaaz Londoni , poems are copyrighted and maybe used in the promotion of Islam, however all printed material must contain the source or acknowledge the writer unless agreed by prior permission

Archive for November, 2012

Woe Be unto me
11 26th, 2012

Woe be Unto Me Hussain why do you have no kafan, woe be unto me
Why do you lay alone why is there is no head on your body
Why do you have a finger missing why do you have no shirt
Why is your body covered with blood ,sand and dirt

You are the jewel of the skies Hussien, Shabab Al Jannah
For me Hussain you have resurrected Makkah
Its cause of you Hussain that abu shahbaaz still prays his salaa’t
I swear Hussain I will never forget Kerbala

Woe be Unto Me Hussain why do you have no kafan, woe be unto me
Why do you lay alone why is there is no head on your body
Why do you have a finger missing why do you have no shirt
Why is your body covered with blood ,sand and dirt

I will clean your shrine if I come, on my hands and knees
I am that lover who fell in love with you,When you with his eyes he does not see
But in his heart Hussain Hussain Hussain forever will always be

Woe be Unto Me Hussain why do you have no kafan, woe be unto me
Why do you lay alone why is there is no head on your body
Why do you have a finger missing why do you have no shirt
Why is your body covered with blood ,sand and dirt

I am that lover who died in Kerbala well before I was born
In my mothers womb to you Hussain My oath was sworn
For you Hussain In life and in death I will mourn
For you Hussain My heart from birth,apart,has been torn

Woe be Unto Me Hussain why do you have no kafan, woe be unto me
Why do you lay alone why is there is no head on your body
Why do you have a finger missing why do you have no shirt
Why is your body covered with blood ,sand and dirt


The Last Farewell
11 26th, 2012

When Hussain Prepares to go and says his last farewell
When Zainabs eyes fill with tears and to Zuljanah’s feet Sakina fell

Oh Father You always put me to sleep and awoken me
don’t go Father you are the last one left in my family
I don’t water Father just bring my uncle Abbas back to me

When Hussain Prepares to go and says his last farewell
When Zainabs eyes fill with tears and to Zuljanah’s feet Sakina fell

Father the desert is filled with blood like water is in the sea
Father don’t go father, look father I am no more thirsty
Father I beg you don’t go father, don’t go with you I plea

When Hussain Prepares to go and says his last farewell
When Zainabs eyes fill with tears and to Zuljanah’s feet Sakina fell

Zainab sees her brother he is the youth of paradise
Zainab kisses her brother for the last time with tear filled eyes
And says
Oh my brother, on you may we be sacrificed

When Hussain Prepares to go and says his last farewell
When Zainabs eyes fill with tears and to Zuljanah’s feet Sakina fell

As he departs amongst the spears and knives
This is when tears of blood fell from the skies
These tears that fall are the ones that his mother Zehra cries

What more can Abu Shahbbaz
to you OH Shia tell
Thirsty is Abbas, he sits waiting
for Hussain next to Kawthers Well


(I myself find it hard to read this poem, it is when Imam Hussain(as) stood on the river banks with Hazrat Ali Asghar (as)

What is the fault of my baby son, slaughtered by an arrow .to you Asghar look what they have done
Of Water he has had none , his heart is thirsty ,oh enemies do not kill my baby son

His eyes meet mine in them for water hope does appear
Onto his cheek , to quench his thirst , all I have is a dry tear
This is my son , my baby son , my heart holds him so dear
His body is shaking, he trembles, as the armies scream and jeer

What is the fault of my son, slaughtered by an arrow ,to you what has my baby done
Water he has had none , his heart is thirsty ,oh enemies do not kill my baby son

While in my arms my child lies and he rests
He feels some comfort, while he hears my heart beat, in my chest
How can I tell him in his kafan he is dressed
My child in this world, is only, for six months a guest

What is the fault of my baby son, slaughtered by an arrow,to you Asghar look what they have done
Of Water he has had none , his heart is thirsty ,oh enemies do not kill my baby son

His arm flutter like a bird, as he is slaughtered my heart stops to beat
Voices from Heaven are Heard My Mother says Oh Asghar our baby so sweet
We did not think we would receive you in a blood filled sheet

What is the fault of my son, slaughtered by an arrow ,to you, what has my baby done
Water he has had none , his heart is thirsty ,oh enemies do not kill my baby son

Towards the tents I go with heavy steps in pain
I don’t know who was slaughtered Rubab,Asghar or Hussain
If this pleases you oh Allah then take him with his blood drained
But on Judgment day my question shall remain

What was the fault of my son, they slaughtered him with an arrow ,look to my baby what they have done
Of Water he had none , his heart was thirsty ,the enemies they slaughtered my baby son


A conversation between The Holy Imam Hussain (as) and Hazrat Abbas(as)

Hussain “Oh my brother Abbas, oh my brother look at me

My heart is broken Oh Abbas, oh great fighter, oh son of Ali”

Abbas “Oh my master Hussain, I would look at you, but my eye is full of blood and I cannot see”

Hussain “Let me wipe away the blood my beloved Abbas, oh Brother do not leave me
Call me brother, call me brother, oh Abbas I command thee”

Abbas “Oh my brother, forgive me, I have left your daughter Sakina thirsty”

Hussain “Now you are gone, who will protect Zainab,Abbas alone she will be”

Abbas “Oh Brother Hussain I will still protect her, please just bring my arms back to me”


HOW DOES ONE SEE HIS BROTHERS JUST LYING ON THE SAND
ASK HUSSAIN HUSSAIN
HOW DOES ONE SEE HIS BROTHER BLEEDING TO DEATH, THIS TO UNDERSTAND
ASK HUSSAIN ASK HUSSAIN
HOW DOES ONE AFTER THIS CALAMITY BEFALL HIM STILL STAND
ASK HUSSAIN ASK HUSSAIN
HOW DOES ONE SEE HIS BROTHER FALL FROM HIS HORSE WITHOUT HIS HANDS
ASK HUSSAIN ASK HUSSAIN

TO THE AID OF HIS BROTHER HOW DOES ONE RUN SO FAST
ASK HUSSAIN HUSSAIN
HOW DOES ONE TAKE THE LOSS OF A BROTHER LIKE ABU FADL ABBAS
ASK HUSSAIN ASK HUSSAIN
HOW DOES ONE SEE A BROTHERS HEART BREAK OVER AN EMPTY FLASK
ASK HUSSAIN ASK HUSSAIN
HOW DOES ONE HOLD HIS BROTHERS HEAD IN HIS LAP WHILE HE BREATHS HIS LAST
ASK HUSSAIN ASK HUSSAIN

HOW DOES ONE PULL OUT AN ARROW FROM A BROTHERS EYE
ASK HUSSIEN ASK HUSSIEN
HOW WOULD ONE FEEL HOW DOES ONE CRY
ASK HUSSIEN ASK HUSSIEN
HOW WOULD A MAN NOT TURN TO HIS LORD AND ASK WHY
ASK HUSSAIN ASK HUSSAIN
HOW DOES ONE LOOK ON HELPLESS WHILE HIS BROTHER SOAKED IN BLOOD DOES DIE
ASK HUSSAIN HUSSAIN

HOW DOES A SISTER FEEL WITH ALL HOPE GONE
ASK ZAINAB ASK ZAINAB
HOW DOES SHE WHO HAD EIGTHEEN BROTHERS HAVE NO ONE FOR HELP TO CALL ON
ASK ZAINAB ASK ZAINAB


What Sakina Sees
11 23rd, 2012

In the deserts so arid and dry,
A child looks on with hope so great,

She keeps her on eye on a flag flying so high,
And when she sees it fall her heart does break,

Her hope is destroyed her hope does die,
When Abbas falls her waiting now has no more wait

This is the uncle on who, her and Hussain do rely
He is no more binte Hussain this is the begining of your heartache

Yet She hasn’t seen the arrow in her beloved uncles eye
Nor has She has she seen how her fathers heart breaks


Abbas was given to Hussien while he was still in his crib
Abbas is the son of Shah e Zulfikar, Ali ibn Abu Talib
Without love for him no prayer is accepted
Do You know why the the love of Abbas is Wajib
This Abbas is the prayer of Fatemahs broken rib


The adored Sakina
11 23rd, 2012

This is the Sukaina that Abbas so loves so does adore,
Ya Abbas don’t go this Sakina without you will become a prisoner of war


If you don’t cry for Hussien(AS),and your does not break or you do not feel his pain
Then your hell-bound brother,
Zehra (AS) prays for those who do, but those who don’t about them she does complain


Tears and blood
11 20th, 2012

For You Hussien (AS) my grief and my tears do not stop,
For You Hussien(AS) of my blood I would bleed every last drop


I WAS IN THE DESERTS OF KERBALA A SMALL BUT SAD GRAIN OF SAND
THE BLOOD WITH WHICH I AM STAINED, HAS MADE MY VALUE SO GRAND (khaK e shafa)
I AM THAT UNFORTUNATE GRAIN ON WHICH HUSSIEN IBNE ALI MADE HIS LAST STAND
I CARRY A BURDEN DO YOU KNOW WHY,
BECAUSE ON ME DID FALL ABBAS IBNE ALI’S SEVERED HAND

I AM THE WIND THAT PASSED BY, ON THAT SAD AND PAINFUL DAY
I AM THE WIND , OH MANKIND WHAT I SAW, HOW CAN I SAY
IN ANGER I CRIED FOR I SAW WHAT WAS ON DISPLAY
I SAW THE BODY OF HUSSIEN ON THE RIVER BANKS,ALONE IT DID LAY

I AM THE SUN AND ON THAT DAY I WISH I DID NOT REMOVE THE NIGHT
I MUST BE TO BLAME FOR I TURNED THE DARKNESS THAT DAY INTO LIGHT
I WITNESSED BLOOD AND PAIN I WITNESSED ABBAS AND HUSSIENS LAST FIGHT
ON THAT DAY HOW I WISH I FELL AND THE WORLD WITH FLAMES I DID IGNITE

I AM THE STAR THAT GLARED OUT IN THE DARKNESS THAT DID PREVAIL
ALL THE TIME SINCE I WAS MADE I HAD ONLY SEEN AHLE MUHAMMED’S WOMEN VEILED
BUT THIS NIGHT THIS DAY I SAW MY IMAM HE WAS SICK AND HE WAS FRAIL
I AM IN PAIN ,I WANTED TO FALL AND DESTROY THIS WORLD WHEN THEY PULLED OFF ZAINAB’S VEIL

I AM FIRE, THEY USED ME TO SET UPON THE TENTS, WHERE ZAINAB AND THE CHILDREN DID DWELL
THEY USED ME TO SCARE MUHAMMED’S FAMILY AND MAKE AHLE MUHAMMED YELL
OH APOSTATES AND DESPOTS ONE THING TO YOU THIS FIRE PROMISES AND DOES TELL
I WILL REVENGE YOU VERILY, I WILL BURN YOU RELENTLESSLY WHEN YOU COME TO ME IN HELL

I AM THE RIVER IN WHICH WATER DOES FLOW FREE
I HAVE NO LEGS OR I WOULD MYSELF HAVE GONE TO HUSSIEN IBNE ALI
WOE BE UNTO ME FOR HE LAY ON MY BANKS, HIS UNSHROUDED BODY
I WISH I WOULD HAVE FLOODED THE WORLD THEN SEE THIS CALAMITY

I AM THE MOON AND AT NIGHT I WAS A GLIMMER IN THE SKY
I WITNESSED SO MUCH GRIEF, I WITNESSED SAKINA CRY
I SAW HER LOOK FOR HER FATHER TO HELP HER I SO DID TRY
I WISH I HAD FALLEN TO THE GROUNDS, I WISH ON THAT DAY THIS MOON DID DIE

AND I AM THE DROP OF RAIN, MANKIND I WATER YOUR CROP AND YOUR GRAIN
IN ME I HAVE SUCH DEEP PAIN, TO YOU MAN THIS HOW CAN I EXPLAIN
OH LORD FORGIVE ME WHERE WAS I ON ASHURA MAYBE I AM TO BLAME
BECAUSE I DIDN’T FALL ON THOSE HOLY LIPS AND QUENCH THE THIRST OF IMAM HUSSIEN (AS)

I AM abu shahbaaz HUSSIEN, WOE BE UNTO ME
WHY IS THERE NO SHROUD HUSSIEN ON YOUR BODY
I DO NOT ASPIRE HEAVEN HUSSIEN I ASPIRE YOUR PROXIMITY
IN MY GRAVE HUSSIEN,ON MY KAFAN I WILL WRITE WITH MY BLOOD FOR YOU POETRY.


As night begins to fall my eyes fill with tears,
Yet my heart smiles as this love of pain nears,
As Dhu-l-Hijja goes & Muharram appears
Hussain your month breaks my heart and my ailments it surely clears,
Refreshing my soul waiting zestfully for when the awaited one reappears