As buries Muhammad in tears, Haider
The night speaks and tells Haider his future
This will happen to your children and your household
* * *
Shrouded in darkness is the world, as the nights mourn
And when a dawn rises it comes a blood-red dawn
Much like these nights when for Hussain the hearts are torn
The night dresses in tears and screams that it adorns
As the future unfolds and tragedy is born
Haider buries Ahmed with the morals he’d worn
As Fatima’s screams reach the shroud of the night
The night says soon shall come mistress, your plight
Just as your father told you as he passed away
* * *
O’ Haider I watch you as you bury his crown
And with shaking hands you place Ahmed in the ground
I hear Fatima screaming, a heart-breaking sound
I dress these skies in darkness with her screams my gown
And banish her for her cries this oppressive town
A devil’s whisper in each heart, Haider, we’ve found
Each whisper calls for Zahra’s harm, O’ Haider
And wants her blood a nail and a fire
O’ protector, your guard over her will falter
* * *
A rib that guards the heart you adore O’ Haider
Is wanted torn by the soul of an oppressor
A hand that gives allegiance to a false leader
Will push a door and crush your beloved Zahra
The child that sits within her has no future
When your rose leaves you, your child will leave with her
It is written in destiny O’ Haider
So say farewell to her and stay a stranger
Dress in your patience as your sword, it must stay sheathed
* * *
As your patience eats you away, there is reward
You will ascend to whom your heart and soul adored
But she will cry upon your gaze that is assured
For you’ll come with a head struck by a poison sword
Your beard dyed with your blood, O’ lion of your Lord
And every cry of your orphans will be ignored
Where is our father and mother, O’ cruel world?
Alone we are left an empty household
An each pure heart that lives here will face a murder
* * *
Alone you bury the Master of creation
And ask where are his lovers and all of his men?
Haider again to your household this will happen
When left alone with no lovers is your Hassan
His murder written with poison ink and death’s pen
And he will cry out for Fatima there and then
Mother this is what becomes of your orphan
Murdered and arrows fired at my coffin
What of Hussain, when one by one, we have left him?
* * *
You bury Muhammad with your tears as his shroud
But Hussain’s shroud upon him will not be allowed
As the swords prostrate upon his body and bowed
Toward his daughters, with Hussain’s blood they stand proud
As the rage of the fire deafens cries so loud
And taunt his sister Zainab a merciless crowd
Whilst your hands bury Muhammad’s body
That day they will lie with Abbas’s body
The only hands near these women, Yazid’s army
* * *
(Karbala – 02/02/11)