Stop. Lower me not.
Are you not aware
This is the maqaam of none meeting One
The shoulders that bear the weight of the world with ease
Can be replaced by none
This is the lisaan as-sadiqeen
The Ameer of the Mu’mineen
The helper of the mustagheetheen
The rope of the ‘Arifeen
The Sayyid of the Wasiyyeen
Calamity strikes. The ducks quack no more
Alas! If only I would turn back to ore!
Wait.
The Sayyid of the Shabaab is praying
And with that Zainab is hoping
The moment of parting has not arrived
Will you make a martyr of ibn ash-shaheed?
Remember!
Did you not see the Prophet these cheeks kissing?
Hesitation!
The world stops to embrace the arrival of Zahraa
The moment to seal your fate has come
The master is struck and the bearer of museebah cries Waylaah!
Alas! If only I would turn back to ore!
In the sacred precinct, the crowd has gone restive
Comes a voice of reason, a voice of truth
A collectively drawn breath, the moment
Nafs az-Zakiyy captures it in blood
The cry of Al-Ajal! pierces the sky
And the clouds part with the strike of Dhul fiqaar
Rejoice! The moment of meeting has come
Ahlan! I am the first to give baiy’a to my Imam!
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