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In the name of god
Who is Zahra shall dawn on Doomsday
Enemies of her enemies in divine pardon sway,
Friends of her enemies shall contrite in dismay;
.Today’s tears shed in her love tomorrow pay
What is Zahra? First let us know
 To acquire a letter angle to peep into her woe,
If the prophets placed in one pan and she in another
.Imam Sadiq says the pan of Zahra weighs heavier
From a higher station to a lower station
If a thing given from his own possession
It is called ‘ATA’ in Arabic decorum
.So Says God in Qur'an in the shortest sum
How dear is Zahra to God, shows this chapter,
.And remarks her worth to her Father -- the Messenger
Her Father had not yet been buried,
.They to avenge their broken idols to Saqifa hurried
!What Monsters in the lane appear
!Ah fear! Ah frantic fear
Dangerous! Even for those of giant limbs mold
Can a lady with tender heart tolerate to behold
!He round after round in his hideous form
Howling, shouting, making wilder the wild storm
Stood like a loose hanging rock
Remitting to the sight a paralyzing shock,
Sea the rattling terrors of the vengeful make
!!!And know how his belief false, his faith fake
He never seems tired of his tyrannical sway
.And seems to him it is a festive day
Ruffians and rowdies gathered more and more
.Like a loud torrent and a whirlwind’s roar
But the ringleader wants a larger pile,
.Exults, and says fire alone could make him smile
He ordered: “Bring fuel, wood and set fire”‌;
.The rascals obeyed fanned by strong desire
Their hearts like torpid rocks (in pagan) array
.The winters of their souls chilled their belief astray
,No zephyr of faith sued their rocky breast
A glare, a balm which their hatred awaited to invest
,In the wilderness lost, they built their shed
In the ruin where their souls were dead
Pleased the rowdies their diabolical power
Made them to dance forgetful of the noontide hour
Whose House it was the vulgar didn’t care,
The Cries of Zahra fell low
As the flames from the house grow,
The ringleader in sprightly spirit, in mirth, ease
.Pleased with himself and the deed dazzled to please
Each ball of sight seemed bursting from his head
.And shook with dread at the sound himself had made
The tyrant cheerful at his deed in a proud pose
Breasts the smoke, waves the sword and goes
And carries the den of curses along the way
Ashes drag the struggling savage day
She betwixt door and the wall fell bleeding
.As Fizzah the maid came running
Ah! What sorrows bloom to gloom the day
.Life from its native walk shrinks away
Shudder the near ones because to them a distant deep
The remote ones on pilgrimage wept, return again to weeps.
Miscarried Mohsen -- unborn died
What the mother felt? Falling at his side,
!O, you! The Babe of early doom
Aerial hands shall build your tomb.
With the pearls of tears crowned
And all Infant Martyrs round,
You aren’t dead in any age
Pilgrims shall recite in Qur'an your page,
Honour beheld in tears shall save
To sigh your name thro’ every grave,
Wherever you are laid
.There bows heroes’ shade
Though fallen she turns her joyless eyes
To search where her Mohsen lies,
Since then Zahra felt as if on thorn
.And haying lost nightly rest wept till morn
Even the beasts wept on their way as they pursue
.Shrill roared the wind, made melancholy the view
Ah! Lady! I leave your tale with words so few
.Upsets me the tyranny committed against you

۰ Comment موافقین ۱ مخالفین ۰ 17 April 15 ، 17:34