Hussain of karbala
by: Ameen Khorasanee
Men weep for you today in many lands,
And on their breasts in bitter anguish beat,
And in sad, mournful tunes, the tales repeat of how you
Lost your family upon the sands.
Death to prevent your soul’s defeat,
Became a martyr with unflinching feet
For these well many one weep who understands
This sorrow at your death, despite the years is still as fresh
Which Time has failed to quell.
In every heart this day new pain appears
And of your sufferings men each other tell.
They see a vision through slow falling tears of that lone
Battle where a thirst you fell.