A promise to you I’ll give… it repeats in every breath
Every breath of mine tells you… I’ll mourn you until my death
* * *
I swear and by the Earth’s turn… the sunrise and the sunset
By the growth and death of life… by every dead soul’s regret
I can forget everything… Hussain I’ll never forget
Valueless all else became
To me, nothing is the same
I’ll die repeating your name
All else is forgettable… whilst your name sweetens my breath
* * *
Your love to me, more than love… a medicine to each pain
My mother’s duty to you… that through her, you, I’d attain
She’d write upon my cradle… “this, a servant of Hussain”
This forever my purpose
My comfort in my distress
To serve Hussain and Abbas
A servant I’ll always remain… both in life and after death
* * *
My lullabies were about you… as all else would make me wail
Every child felt protected… by angels who rocked their cradle
But from my cradle to my grave… I saw, by me, Abu Fadhil
I grew up watching his height
Whilst comforted by his might
The only moon in my night
And whenever I heard his name… I was left dazed, without breath
* * *
Ensuring that none reside there… I saw at the gate of my heart
I’d let none in, but when you came… I’d run to tear this gate apart
In my heart I’d build you a shrine… asking you, don’t ever depart
I don’t know love from hatred
But this love I’ve awaited
And for it was created
It was purpose within life… and remained long after my death
* * *
All that was in me was worthless… but with you, it became priceless
Why worry about what is lost… when Hussain’s blessings are endless
If they put the world in my hand… I wouldn’t trade it for your service
Give me no silver and no gold
No beloved and no household
And you as priceless I’ll still hold
As long as I breath O’ Hussain… I gift toward you every breath
* * *
Though on me fell the whole world’s weight… with two names I found nothing hard
Compare me to shattered glass… with pride upon every shard
Abu Fadhil holds my back… holds my hand, Abu Sajjad
If I fall and my eye cries
Abbas pushes me to rise
And my tears Hussain’s hand dries
They remind me of my purpose… to serve them until my death
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(London – 31/10/13)