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سُـبْـحَـانَ ٱلله By Time, carried by the soaring winds, Fertilizing the needy to meet their Lord, And within it are periods of submission, Upon which He grants His subjects the keys of remembrance, Lo! Do not lose hold upon the keys by banners of desertion, It ceases the growth of crops, which arises when remembering Him, Exalted is He, Nay, do not loosen the knot of Submission, as your Lord blesses you in it's tightening, So which of the favors of your Lord would you deny?
سُـبْـحَـانَ ٱلله The poet arrived with him carrying molten gold from the East and West, exalting His Lord above the worthiness of his needs. Exalt thy Lord above the values of abundance in such a way, that the green banner of the purified Household be wrapped upon thy tomb bearing the sign: Indeed, By we, whom the righteous seek wisdom, By we, whom the gate to Allah remained open despite the tears of disbelief, Do no lift this banner, blessed and pure, Made from silk, gathered where men couldn't gather, Exalted is He, Beneficent and Merciful.
And He passed the test of martyrdom upon Husayn as he was the most viable of humans,
The grandson of the last Messenger of Allah,
Has been killed by the army of Bani Umayya,
Who struck fear to the people of Kufa.
سُـبْـحَـانَ ٱلله @ShiaMan14 Oh son of Adam, Haven't the Heavens shaken upon the martyrdom of dear Husayn the oppressed? Weren't his Household and Companions who were the noblest of companions denied water? Indeed that day their nobility was taken from the tribe of Umayya, But by Allah piety stands higher, Behold, the tribe of Umayya were fallen from their thrones, And the victors of this world are the adorers of the Household of Prophet Muhammad, And by the truth we weep on them.
سُـبْـحَـانَ ٱلله Salam Alaikum, dear brother, This line is based off a hadith. Jazak Allah Khair, "38. The impurity transfers from one item to another through flowing wetness [that is, there is so much wetness in the impure item that it permeates to another item and makes it impure]. The impurity is neither transferred when it is dry, nor is transferred by non-flowing wetness. So, if you place your hand on a dry najis item, your hand will not become impure." Source: https://www.al-islam.org/a-code-of-practice-for-muslims-in-the-west-ayatullah-sistani/taharat-najasat-ritual-purity-impurity
سُـبْـحَـانَ ٱلله Oh 'Abd Allah, sleep, oh son of Husayn, May these were all except reality. The tears of your father swaying together with the Heavens, Indeed a black day, The nobility of the Household taken away by falsehood, I testify your sacrifice as a sign to the worlds, Every march is based by your father's uprising, Oh son of Husayn! May thy killer never reach respite, Exalted is God above worthy praise and mercy, For by He is the Most Merciful of the Merciful Ones.
سُـبْـحَـانَ ٱلله By Allah, You, Ubaydullah, shall taste the torching, boiling oil, Which is fuel for the bellies of the hypocrites.
The chains on the purified Household,
Are more worth than the illegitimate horse riders,
Who desired to tremble the body of the best of masters in lineage,
Master of the Youth of Paradise,
But instead they were torn to pieces,
By the revenge the righteous men have ordered on the transgressors,
And they were left to be punished by the Severe in Punishments,
Have mercy on the grandson of Muhammad,
They all were witnessed by the deceased and Your Authority,
May their Eternal Abode be purified with silk and gold,
May I were with them,
To share the greatest of martyrdom they have achieved,
As if yesterday,
The grandson of the Seal of Prophets was beheaded,
And as if now,
There remains no legacy nor praise to his killers.
When the village of the poet were searching for him,
They practised mere morals,
Exalted is Allah,
Who brings knowledge to ignorance,
Like life to death,
Then will you not reason?
The elderly asked,
What made you be vain in our eyes while we were joyous of your sight?
The poet said,
"And He it is Who gives life and causes death, and in His control is the alternation of the night and the day.
Do you not then understand?"
The return of the poet,
Cheered were the elderly,
Return from demise,
Baffle the newborn,
The circle of endless branches!
سبحان الله Verily, When the men gather around the table, And made from roar their provision, And the poet rises towards them, Shall they repeat their words in front of him? For the poet set their wood ablaze, "My Lord caused my words to march above thy heads, For thy jealousy is wood and my conquest is fire"
By the difficulties of life,
By the will of Allah the Magnificent,
It shall be poured upon us,
While death is behind us.
سبحان الله Oh people, We did not create the Heavens but with a known measure, Do not enter the house of knowledge with the wrongdoers, For they shall pass ignorance upon knowledge, Poison upon Remedy.
When the poet returned,
And he found his community unlearned,
Grant me mercy,
For their ignorance made my tongue not a remedy for them but Your Majesty"
Exalted is Allah,
Who places upon us the pillars of laws,
Wretched are those who remove them in exchange for desires,
When the disbelievers become old they shall say,
"Surely we were unjust and our desires were not but vain"
It's arrival casts fear upon the souls,
It's effect rains confusion and despair,
It's recovery is impossible without the mighty Allah,
When it passed,
You forget it like thunderclaps,
And it rises anew.
By the white soul that turns black,
And by the blue eyes that turn red,
Thy Lord shall make the wrongdoers pay with their cry,
"For if I only knew what has stricken me,
I would have fallen and broken myself for the Lord who judges me!"
When the disbelievers turned into companions,
And they were sent to their people,
"Oh fathers and sons,
Do not deny the truth which stretches upon creation,
Nothing prevails over Him,
He defeats the souls and yet He is Merciful to them,
Forgive with sincere forgiveness,
He is Allah,
Oh intimate servant of Allah,
Oh Allah's argument,
Oh Allah's light in the darkness of the Earth,
Oh son of Allah's Messenger,
Peace be upon your fathers and descendants,
Joyous I am to share the day of birth with you today,
May I be your ransom,
Exalted is Allah,
Humble is the crying voice,
The Melodious voice,
Break apart in the name of Allah,
Like the Qur'an on the mountain,
Peace be upon the reciters,
Bring joy upon hardships.
The truest event is death,
It's strike is neither forgiving nor delaying,
So which of the favors of your Lord would you deny?