Need I Say Any More?
Need I tell you the tale
Of the gallant son
Shall I break your heart
By his unquenched thirst
Need I tell you the secret
By which he held the flag
Shall I cause you death
By showing you the severed hands
Need I read you the will
That bequeathed flag, water skin and glory
Shall I cause you grief
At the wail of the unquenched niece
Need I make you blind
By the arrow in the eye
Shall I cause you darkness
At the falling of the moon
Need I give you a veil
To carry the hope of the sister
Shall I cause you to mourn
For the loss of the helper of Imam
Need I ask for your help
To raise the blood drenched flag
Shall I dry your tears
When I call you my brother
Need I tell you the name
Of the master who lost his back
Shall I have the breath
To say why he died thirsty at a shore
Need I say any more
This is Abul Fadhl Abbas
by habib e najjaar
The sun is setting, ya Zainab
do you remember?
Just like Karbalaa
the sky is weeping, again..
It feels your pain, ya Zainab
and cries in unison with you
Under this red sky you have no true abode
and you are ultimately alone.
Tell me about your sufferings, ya Zainab
Is that Aun and Mohammad's empty mattress?
Tell me, what did they do to you?
Show me the face they beat, ya Zainab
and the tears they induced.
What is that you are hearing, ya Zainab?
The echo of Sakinah's desperate cry?
No, Zainab, no
She is gone too.
Is that Husayn's smiling face you see?
It's the brother that your grandfather wept over, as he was born.
Where will you go, ya Zainab?
Rasool is gone, long gone
and Sajjaad is broken in body and soul.
Run into the desert
run, ya Zainab
and cry like you never have before
Cry so that the fountain of rage and hurt escapes you, ya Zainab
My lady, what has happened?
Why do you feel shame?
Cry so that even the headless body of Husayn hears you
Cry so that if Abbaas had hands, he would raise them in supplication for you.
Cry so that Rasool feels the pain as he rests in Madinah
My lady, she has come to comfort you
Can you see her in the distance?
This is what you need, ya Zainab
Go and embrace her arms
and tell her your sufferings
Embrace her, ya Zainab
for she has come to you at last.
http://www.shiachat....__fromsearch__1 Quenched At Last
Many sons have been born, but none like this one,
Whose bravery and loyalty shines as bright as the sun.
On that day, the son of a brave lion, of Bani Hashim, the moon,
Sets out to fetch the children water, relief is coming soon.
He charges through the ranks, slicing them like butter,
With fear and cowardice, the enemy hearts flutter.
To bring him down, they must cheat, oppress and lie,
And the assault begins with the arrow shot into his eye.
Two deathly strikes to my heart when they cut off his hands,
Two blows to my soul, as he lay bleeding on the desert sands.
The flag that was held high, now comes to half mast,
As they plot and plan how to finish this dauntless lion fast.
The blood gushes from his wounds in immeasurable pain,
Yet his mission remains to quench the children of Hussain.
They then pierce the water skin, that carried hope and water,
Determined to persist in their animalistic slaughter.
“Ya Sayyidi, Ya Imami!” a call to the brother and master,
A last wish to be granted as his life drained out faster.
Don’t take me back to camp as I have failed to quench the thirsty hopes,
And the children will not be able to bear the sight of my corpse.
The weight of my body I will not make you carry and bear,
When there is none with whom your burdens you can share.
The time has come, my brother, let me lie on the sand,
I know you have none left to assist you from your faithful band.
Please wipe my eye, as I cannot see you through this blood,
The arrow that pierced one eye caused the other to flood.
Allow me the pleasure of gazing once more upon your face,
Let me see the one whose love they cannot erase.
Abbaas, fulfill one more wish O noble son of my father,
Today for once, don’t call me master, simply ‘Brother’.
Like the cooing at sunset of a gentle and beautiful dove,
With his last breath, he fulfills one more wish for his love.
From Allah we are, and to Him we must surely return,
Your killers have been promised in eternal hell to burn.
Ah! I have lost my support and my backbone,
All day you were by my side, now I am alone.
The shores of the Euphrates with your blood are drenched;
O Saaqi of the thirsty, at Kawthar you have been quenched...
by habib e najjaar