Thursday, November 24, 2011

Towards Karbala We March


Watch the figures walking the path of honor,
Leaving Madinah behind,
The soil upon which Zahraa (a) prostrated,
Pieces of heaven amongst the scattered graves in Baqee.
Leaving behind the lonely dome of Rasul,
Echoing with the resonating adhaan of Bilaal,
Towards honor they march.

Across the desert by the barricaded rivers -
A forest of arrows,
On the blood drenched soil.
Where veils will be ripped off,
And water denied.
After limbs are mutilated, and heads decapitated,
Where the cries of a thirst gripped infant,
Are silenced by a sharpened arrows tip.
Where heaven is sold for the promise of a throne,
And heaven is gained by the thirsty.
Towards heaven they walk.

To the land of the free,
To kiss the sand perfumed by the blood of martyrs.
Bravery epitomized in the acts of submission,
To the will of the Master,
Against the wish of the king -
Towards Nainawa they proceed.

As we march towards Karbala,
My Lord, let the sun rise again,
On the blood drenched souls of the slaves -
Who could not stand in Karbalaa that scorching day,
And hear the plea: Hal min naasirin yansurna?
Separated from the call of the Imam by time.
My Lord let the moon rise again,
For the thirst filled souls of the slaves -
Separated from their ‘Abbaas.
My Lord let the stars rise again to guide the travelers,
Whose hearts make the daily sojourn,
Seeking their Ali Akbar and Aun and Qasim.
My Lord, lift the veil from the bereaved believers,
Who are broken each time they remember,
The trials of their Mistress Zainab.
My Lord, let the mournful souls arise
From prostration on the sands of Karbalaa,
In the caravan of their master Sajjaad.

My Lord, accept every fumbling step we take,
In our blinding grief, and newfound relief,
As we embark on our path to You,
Towards the shore of the Euphrates we march -
For the company of al Husayn we search…
For the company of al Husayn we search.

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