Here's my interpretation on the noble creature's percepts of Karbala.
The sun blazed in burning fury, setting fire to the sand,
On which the great Imam, was to take his final stand.
He motioned me to go, saying 'O my faithful horse,
Let me meet my bitter destiny, on fate's awaiting course.'
I tried to move yet found I couldn't, for my legs were being held,
'Do not go, o Zuljanah,' my immobility seemed to yell.
I turned my gaze below, to the burning desert ground;
And here a sobbing little girl, to my agony I found.
The child with desperation, was weeping silent tears,
Bewildered she choked, 'Zuljanah, don't take my father dear.'
The weakened little girl, so deprived of food and water,
Was indeed masoom Sakina, my master's dearest daughter.
'My ever-faithful charger, why don't you move ahead?'
In response to master's question, I tilted down my head.
His eyes beheld Sakina, and he hugged her with a cry,
And asked her please to let him go; to let her father die.
Sakina looked at him, her eyes ablaze with pain,
"O father," she said chokingly, "With my blessing, go be slain,
But promise me, my father, one day to take me too,
for how can this Sakina, live her life away from you?"
Hussain said, "yes Sakina, I promise what you say,
Now you make me too a promise, and recall it every day.
My innocent Sakina, when I die you will be choked;
When you shed a tear for me, you will be beaten and provoked.
So promise me my daughter, you'll be patient through all this."
At this he gave his little girl, a bitter goodbye kiss.
She nodded wordlessly, as I stood there, crying too,
For witnessing such tragic scene would any heart subdue.
Master willed her to be patient, and to try to cease her tears,
And then he rose a final time, knowing death was very near.
He hugged his little princess, and set her on the ground;
Both lacquered in a dazing grief, immeasurably profound.
He mounted me again, and bade his sweet good bye.
And then we rode away, to where my master was to die.
Alas while in prostration, my master dear was slaughtered;
in the agonizing state, of being three days without water.
And yes those evil brutes, they laughed without remorse,
While even I was crying; the wounded, silent horse.
I walked back to the tents, where a lady stumbled, dazed,
as she watched my master's head, upon a spear that had been raised.
I trudged up to this woman, and she saw me and cried out,
'You left with my Husain, and you came back here without!'
She hugged me and she wept, pain stabbing both our hearts,
As forever was this woman, from her brother torn apart.
Splattered on my frame that day, was the blood of God's adored;
And hence for such an honor, I will be remembered evermore.
© Rubab Zaidi
Edited by LightTheWay786, 04 December 2006 - 02:59 AM.