With each beat of blood in my veins, I find emotions heighten
And I don’t care about talk I just want Hussain to listen
How can I not shed my blood
When your cries to me they flood
When between my eyes and your day raised is the unseen’s curtain
* * *
If I raise a sword and strike my head, don’t say he is crazy
Say this soul is lost in Hussain and lost in his tragedy
My blood it calls out his name
Your brother why should you blame
This is Hussain who we both mourn, and we both follow Ali
* * *
What right does anyone have to come and tell me how to mourn
If it were my mother none would blame me for grief I’d adorn
What’s my mother to Hussain?
What is her womb to his pain,
When my beloved mother wished that for Hussain I would be born
* * *
I understand that this grief you may not fully understand
I promise I’m your servant, and when you come to me I’ll stand
But don’t belittle my heart
When Hussain tears me apart
For I swear on his day all I see is Hussain torn on sand
* * *
Neither tell me to leave one thing, or that there’s more important
Whatever a man does for Hussain leaves his soul triumphant
It be the books he had read
Or the tears or blood he’s shed
Don’t belittle Hussain by limiting what is transient
* * *
Imam Mehdi cries tears of blood for it outweighs normal tears
Blood is thicker than water and equals the weight of the spears
That upon my Master fell
These pictures in my eyes dwell
What is my blood when I’ve written for him my growth and my years
* * *
Don’t be fearful for me for Zainab shall be mending my wound
And Aabis shall make sure my heart with Hussain’s pain is attuned
And Abbas shall raise my hand
His nieces will help me stand
And I’ll hear Abbas crying as into his heart I’m entombed
* * *
Tomorrow I don’t see the world, all I see drawn in my eyes
Is the daughter of Ali wailing over Hussain’s demise
The sunrise a blood-red dawn
Even the skies with blood mourn
And like the skies upon Hussain I ensure even blood cries
* * *
(London – 02/12/11)