Every moment… for your servant… is like a dream
It’s an honour… for you Master… that our tears stream
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From the cradle, by my mother… your love I was given and taught
She fed me the milk of your name… and you became my every thought
And in my cradle I would cry… by your tragedy left distraught
When I was young… like this I’d mourn… until my hands to hit I’d taught
And so I grew… in loving you… and knowing you
My years would pass… Knowing Abbas… and knowing you
* * *
At a young age, I saw a dream… where men would read on your pulpit
I stood in awe, as they would draw… your day with words of a poet
They drew your thirst, and your heartache… when tents would burn, your daughters hit
I saw this day… as clear as day… every year this day I’d visit
And when I woke… from dreams, I spoke… and cried your name
I would lament… as your servant… And cried your name
* * *
As I grew up, your love it grew… we were like one, a soul and heart
And I served you, because I knew… I’d see you when from life I’d part
And yearly when for you I’d mourn… my soul it would be torn apart
I gave my youth… my days to you… from my heart you’d never depart
Every trial… Was all while… You were watching
If I’d smile… If I’d wail… You were watching
* * *
When I had children I’d recall… my mother and how she raised me
I told my sons when they were born… I gift you to his tragedy
And to my daughters I’d tell them… of Zainab, daughter of Ali
My whole household… to you I sold… so they’d serve you long after me
When I married… For you I grieved… We were for you
My wife I taught… Hussain she sought… We were for you
* * *
When I died and I was buried… I cried your name, wanted your sight
If I served you for all my years… I thought you’d save me with my plight
And in my grave I was questioned… I saw coming to me a light
I saw Hussain… I cried his name… on Heaven’s door, my name he’d write
My friends mourned me… With my family… And I smiled
They were in pain… I saw Hussain… And I smiled
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(London – 13/11/12)