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Elegy of Karbala
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In the desert’s
silent wail,
Beneath a sun's
relentless blaze,
A tale of sorrow unfolds,
In a sea of endless, piercing gaze.
Imam Hussain
stood firm and tall,
Against the
tyrant’s cruel call,
His heart a
beacon of pure light,
In the darkest of the night.
With family
dear, and loyal few,
He faced the fate he always knew,
Their thirst for justice, noble and true,
In Karbala’s sands, they bid adieu.
The children’s
cries, the women’s plea,
Echoed through eternity,
As swords
clashed and arrows flew,
Their steadfast
faith, a sacred view.
O Karbala, your
plains so vast,
Hold the sorrow
of the past,
The blood of
martyrs, rich and pure,
Endures in memory, ever sure.
In sacrifice,
they found their peace,
In justice, their resolve did cease,
The legacy of their stand so brave,
Lives on beyond
the silent grave.
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2,
In Karbala's
land of sorrow and pain
A tragedy
befell, a story to remain
Hussain, the
noble, with courage in heart
Faced Yazid's
army, a brutal work of art
Seventy-two
brave souls, with honor true
Fought against
thousands, for justice anew
The desert sun
beat down, with relentless might
As the battle
raged on, through day and night
The cries of
"Labbaik" echoed, a call to the brave
As Hussain's
companions, their lives did crave
The scent of
martyrdom, in the air did spread
As the righteous
few, against the oppressors bled
Eternal Fame.
Oh Karbala, oh Karbala,
a name that brings tears
A memory that
lingers, through all the passing years
A tale of
sacrifice, of courage and might
A story of
Hussain, and his companions in light
The sands of the
desert, still whisper their name
As the wind
carries the tale, of their eternal fame
Their
blood-watered the soil, their spirits did soar
As they fought
for the truth, and the just cause they bore
Their legacy
lives on, a beacon in the night
Guiding us
towards justice, and the light of what's right
May their
sacrifice never be forgotten, nor fade
The memory of
Karbala, forever in our hearts be made.
Tears of Zainab A.S.
O Zainab, sister
strong and wise,
In Karbala,
beneath harsh skies,
You stood,
defiant, heart ablaze,
Amidst the
chaos, cruel and daze.
Your tears, a
river flowing deep,
For brothers, sons, in eternal sleep,
Your voice, a
cry of righteous fire,
In chains, you walked, but never tire.
In courts of
tyrants, you did stand,
With eloquence,
a guiding hand,
Your words, a
dagger to their lies,
A beacon ‘neath
oppressive skies.
The children
clung to you in fear,
Yet you
remained, a light so clear,
Their solace in
a world gone dark,
Your spirit, igniting a sacred spark.
O Zainab,
through your strength we see,
The power of truth and dignity,
In every tear, a story told,
Of bravery, of hearts so bold.
Your legacy, a
guiding star,
In times of peace, in times of war,
Reminds us of the fight so pure,
For justice, freedom, to endure.
Ashura’s Lament
On Ashura’s
dawn, the sun did rise,
To witness
heroes’ sacrifice,
A day of sorrow, etched in time,
In every heart, in every rhyme.
The sands of
Karbala ran red,
With blood of
martyrs, nobly shed,
Their cries for
justice, freedom’s call,
Resounded
through the hearts of all.
Imam Hussain,
with valor bright,
Fought for
truth, with all his might,
His family,
companions brave,
Sought only
righteousness to save.
O skies of
Karbala, weep on,
For heroes lost, for those now gone,
Yet in their
death, a life they found,
In every heartbeat, in every sound.
Their memory, a
guiding flame,
Through ages
past, it burns the same,
In every tear, in every prayer,
Their spirit
lives, forever there.
O Ashura, your
tale of woe,
Reminds us all
of what we owe,
To stand for
justice, to defy,
The tyranny that
darkens sky.
The Martyr’s Dream
Beneath the
stars of Karbala,
Imam Hussain
dreamt of afar,
A land where justice reigned supreme,
Where truth and honor
were the theme.
He saw his
children playing free,
In meadows green, by tranquil sea,
A world where
peace was not a dream,
But life’s own precious, flowing stream.
Yet waking,
found the harshest land,
With sword and
spear in every hand,
He knew his
fate, he knew the end,
But would not
let his spirit bend.
O Karbala, the
ground so bare,
Held the weight of dreams laid there,
In every drop of
blood so pure,
The promise of a
future sure.
Through
martyrdom, his dream takes flight,
In every soul, in every fight,
For justice,
truth, and honor’s name,
In every heart,
burns Hussain’s flame.
NAILA HINA
Dr NAILA HINA: Former Engineering
University Instructor, an international award-winning author of 100+
multilingual books, a poet from Karachi, Pakistan. Best Writer of the Decade,
editor, translator. Literary Colonel at Story Mirror. Recommended for Nobel
Prize for Literature 2022.
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