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Seyyedah Zainab (A.S.) [Poem]


Seyyedah Zainab (A.S.) [Poem]

Seyyedah Zainab (A.S.) [Poem]

By: Dr. Hasan NajafiIn you a world is born,Messenger of resistance is born.A diver in the flood of blood is born,After Karbala, a new Karbala is born.In the ocean of blood a navigator is born.Decked are the lanes, streets, squares of Damascus,Under the curious gaze you will have to pass.The ignorant eye, the strayed mind will learnFrom you to turn from hell

Seyyedah Zainab (A.S.) [Poem]

By: Dr. Hasan NajafiIn you a world is born,Messenger of resistance is born.A diver in the flood of blood is born,After Karbala, a new Karbala is born.In the ocean of blood a navigator is born.Decked are the lanes, streets, squares of Damascus,Under the curious gaze you will have to pass.The ignorant eye, the strayed mind will learnFrom you to turn from hell to heaven.As you will pass from the streetsGuidance to the masses greets.The forgotten Prophet will be recalledThe truth in your words will be appalled.Zahra; you will recall to the people,Ali; you will remind to the people,The discarded Message of God in a purpleYou put, in the court of Yazid and present to people.How pleasing and pleasant its appearance!And how amazing your endurance and patience!Every down up and every up turns downAs you will move from town to townYou are a queen, blood of the martyrs your crown,With you moves the Message and at you it is grown.Where you be there the winds of truth are blown.You are Karbala's mirror, in it the Qur'an is shown.Your Mother behind the burning door, you witnessed;Hasan, your brother, vomited liver, you witnessed,Husain, your brother, in Karbala, you witnessed.From childhood you acquainted with gloom,Amidst the gloom your years attained bloom.Bruited the message of blood far and wideBrume (1) of blood vapoured, you were the guide.You divaricated (2) the tyranny in its heart,As the blood of martyrs to the sight you brought.The populous Damascus sunk in the brine (3) of tearsThe streets there in your words to Ali and Zahra still hears.The Prophet you represented with pride and power,The tyrant saddled with shame and fear.The arid desert of unbelief distant with alarmYou turned it into vivid Islam full of charm.The balm of breeze filled calm into the air,You stood and stand high taking our care.By your hands the drum of God beatenBy your permission will opened the door of heaven.You neither a Prophet nor an ImamBut you to all stand a standard of norm.You are the pride of Islam and Islam proud of you;On the day of Judgement destinies depend on you.In your custody is deposited the martyrs' blood,Noah forgets his Ark before its astonishing flood.In your voice all the prophets will demandThe tyrants where will hide from your command.The amputated heads from your lap speak;From beyond centuries echoes the squeak.Long live your memory, O, Lady!Of diurnal (4) odour is your lily.1. Brume: fog, mist2- Divaricated: torn asunder3- Brine: sea4. Diurnal: everlasting, of unconfined duration

 


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