With each day the sun sets… the earth cries your name
As its eye turns to you… a moth to a flame
Mehdi… Mehdi…
O’ Lord hasten the return of Mehdi
* * *
Upon Medina’s lands… a wrong moon perches
Armed with arrows that search… for Mehdi’s praises
Above destroyed Baqee’… its darkness lurches
At each trace of goodness… its evil gazes
Mehdi… Mehdi…
O’ Lord hasten the return of Mehdi
* * *
A once beautiful dome… on its tenants weeps
With each gravestone ashamed… its honour it reaps
Blood trickles from your eye… he who never sleeps
O’ Mehdi from this eye… your fury it seeps
Mehdi… Mehdi…
O’ Lord hasten the return of Mehdi
* * *
Once a garden of lights… sits darkened, haunted
Bodies of your household… cannot be counted
Why when upon your throne… a devil’s mounted
Do you remain unseen… and you are taunted?
Mehdi… Mehdi…
O’ Lord hasten the return of Mehdi
* * *
The stars that hang above… search for an escape
Fearing to be noticed… with this changed landscape
All the tears that trickle… when they fall reshape
To mirror your shadow… and your face they shape
Mehdi… Mehdi…
O’ Lord hasten the return of Mehdi
* * *
The taunt of tyranny… for your sword it calls
Its heel rests on Baqee’… yet your sword still stalls
When you stand with these graves… your mind it recalls
Poison, torture, hatred… nails, doors and walls
Mehdi… Mehdi…
O’ Lord hasten the return of Mehdi
* * *
If with tomorrow’s noon… Satan’s cry is heard
And lies Hussain’s grand dome… on rubble shattered
Would your sword stay sleeping… no response, no word?
Truly by your patience… Mehdi you’re tortured
Mehdi… Mehdi…
O’ Lord hasten the return of Mehdi
* * *
(London – 08/09/11)