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

EVERYTHING MOURNS HUSSIEN(AS)

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.

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