If God’s house was your cradle… of what are you capable?
Martyred in your prostration… your absence shakes religion
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O’ Ali… O’ you who round your name the planets rotate
And the stars… the dot on the I of your name decorate
With your birth… the axis of the Ka’ba you would create
Your mother… when she gave birth to you, where did she prostrate?
To you God’s house would salute… your birth unfolded its cube
Fulfilled was its creation… your absence shakes religion
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You whose eyes… when they first opened gazed upon Muhammad
From the milk… of the rivers of Kawthar your tongue was fed
And your faith… made tremble the very mountain of Uhud
Thirty-five… of Badr saw eyes in the back of your head
Some ran away like cattle… whilst you conquered the battle
One against a battalion… your absence shakes religion
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Your great Lord… gifted to you a sword gifted to no-one
And your sword… was two-pronged for only your Lord could be one
Witches’ knots… meant for Muhammad by your hands were undone
And his hands… for the sake of your prayer would return the sun
When it saw your delayed prayer… the sun returned in despair
You altered its rotation… your absence shakes religion
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The city… of Muhammad has a gate in your honor
Were it closed… you’d rip it open like the gate of Khaybar
You would make… tremble Marhab, feared by every warrior
When he’d hear… you cry “I was named by my mother Haider”
You’d split his left from his right…. Even Satan had felt fright
Disbelief left in ruin… your absence shakes religion
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You returned… to your cradle standing on Ahmed’s shoulders
Where your hands… destroyed the idols whilst the Ka’ba shudders
Does it end… seeing Hunayn, even your cradle wonders
There you stood… alone against eleven-thousand soldiers
Were you created from mud? You returned bathed in their blood
What were you – a flawed question… your absence shakes religion
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The Heavens… were pierced by you when Muhammad raised your arm
When he died… it’s as if his soul had stayed clenched to your palm
God help you… commanded by him to stay patient and calm
A mountain… how did you stay fixed when to her they brought harm
How did you remain shackled… when on Zahra they trampled?
Defiant for a nation… your absence shakes religion
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Your patience… tells a story different then that which was told
If you could… the heads of her killers in your hands you’d hold
But you can’t…. you can’t let Islam’s story remain untold
So you’d let… the sight of her broken rib turn your skin old
The one who strikes men in two… cries “can I live without you?”
A man of admiration… your absence shakes religion
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You’re the love… yearned by our hearts more then our lungs would yearn air
You’re story… turns children old from grief, breathless from despair
You are two… you are Muhammad, and he’s you, what a pair
What a fate… you who could only be killed within your prayer
When you stood before your Lord… you heard no arrow nor sword
Yearns your presence, a nation… your absence shakes religion
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(Budapest – 12/09/15)