Goodbyes they’ve said… are best unsaid
Silent I leave O’ Mohammed
* * *
They say speak words to who you love… and bid farewell in your silence
So at your grave, silent I stand… left torn apart by your absence
For your Badr and your Uhud… they seek my blood for their vengeance
I see my death before my eyes… and with it smell Heaven’s fragrance
Not what I am… for who I am
To battle your beloved is led
Silent I leave O’ Mohammed
* * *
I stand withered beside your grave… and scatter upon it roses
These roses beside you shall grow… whilst your beloved, death approaches
O’ grandfather, when they blossom… your beloved Karbala reaches
And the day they wither away… your beloved’s head a spear raises
As each rose grows… grows your sorrows
Till to death’s hand Hussain is fed
Silent I leave O’ Mohammed
* * *
They say to gift but a present… toward your love before you leave
And to you my life I present… so that in my absence you grieve
And your absence O’ grandfather… shows me how love, it can deceive
I gift to you what I have left… so your happiness I achieve
That which you want… shall my soul haunt
Yet I welcome my death and dread
Silent I leave O’ Mohammed
* * *
I cannot speak from my heartache… so I let you see and listen
You see alone in a far land… your Hussain and what will happen
You see on us, the pangs of thirst… a camp full of thirsty women
A camp that when I die shall burn… taking captive every orphan
This our future… for it prepare
For they’ll complain to you, Ahmed
Silent I leave O’ Mohammed
* * *
Despite my tears O’ grandfather… I want you to my courage heed
I will not let a tyrant rule… a revolution I shall lead
It matters not if my body… upon Karbala’s dust shall bleed
And if my Lord wants my head raised… upon a spear, than I am pleased
I shall revolt… for I was taught
To be free and never oppressed
Silent I leave O’ Mohammed
* * *
It matters not, if from my thirst… nations shall weep and remember
Or if taken from my body… is my head and raised on a spear
It matters not if my child… within my arms they would murder
I’ll throw his blood toward the sky… and complain to my Creator
When blood shall rain… know that Hussain
Has been killed and severed, his head
Silent I leave O’ Mohammed
* * *
(Istanbul – 13/11/12)