A poem written by someone who mourns Husayn (as)
It is expressing the hurt caused by the tragedy of Karbala
Words of Angel Jibraeel to Husayn (As) and how he watched the day unravelled…
I saw your men be killed one by one,
Habib, Aliakber, Muhammad and Awn,
Qasim’s body destroyed by the horses,
Your followers depleted by enemy forces.
I was there when Abbas fell from his horse,
When his face was filled with remorse,
Seeing the water trickle out of the gourd,
Fallen lay the Alamdar without a sword.
You picked the flag dropped by the cut hands,
As the flag came closer Sakina told her friends,
My uncle will soon bring water for us,
Never did stop the cries of al-atash,
I saw how you picked the small Aly
Took him to the camp of the enemy,
His dried little tongue asked for a drink,
Lo! Sent to his Lord before I could blink.
I heard Sakina’s heart tremble in fear,
She realized those who left did not reappear,
Tears clouded her beautiful young face,
Towards you she began to race,
My eyes welled up when the last time you met,
Clutching you tightly, Sakina’s cheeks wet,
You placed her on your chest to make her calm,
On your mind the journey to Shaam,
Your noble hands began to shiver,
Sakina turned her face to the river,
What if water I did no longer need,
Would they stop the terrible deed?
I saw you placed your hand on her head,
The little girl was never this sad,
You kissed Sakina the final goodbye,
Your eyes wet, your throats dry.
You went to the battlefield like Ali’s son,
The enemy in all directions began to run,
They could not touch the lion of God,
Sent to hell by your blessed sword,
Stones and arrows the cowards threw,
Closer your status to Allah grew,
“Ya ayyatuhan nafsul mutma-inna” heard,
Your head went to sajdah, laid down your sword,
I raised my hands to Allah then,
Can I interrupt and save this man?
As Shimr’s sword came down on your neck,
Time stops before to Allah you go back.
Can I place my wings on your neck?
So that to Zaynab you may go back,
I have just witnessed the day bloodiest,
How can I any more stay at rest?