A Spiritual Itinerary to the Journey of Love

In His Hands, Through Their Name

 

Yet We Love Death

 See that's what they can't comprehend,

To them this life is all, then that's the end.

So they push and bully their way around,

Occupy my river, and all that surrounds.

But the river does not quench my thirst!

It is blood, mine own, I must spill first.

When will I be blessed, honour this great,

Worry not, it is soon my date. 

Take me, chain me, my flesh, cut a slice.

This life, a game, a roll of dice. 

My neck, lord accept this sacrifice,

My chest still broad, while they scatter like mice. 

For I grasp truth, reality. 

It gives me comfort, serenity.

And I will give everything, charity,

Till my home is free, liberty.

So then Syed Hassan, why should I mourn?

My goal, side to side, have my limbs torn. 

Why frown when I want Ali's fate,

Why frown when I want Ali's state,

Why frown, while I'm anxious for that date,

O people shower me, with some of Ali's hate.

Victory is yet ours, I make the claim.

We read history, it remains the same. 

Khandaq and khayber, worse odds seen,

Success is ours, their heads off clean. 

Yet death, to my heart is dear.

They fail to understand, there is no fear.

I beg you then, honey let me taste.

O beloved bones, let us make haste. 

Zair-e-Hussein

An honoured guest,

Separate from the rest.

Welcome, welcome, oh beloved of Hussein.

Witness the land where he was slain.

For with this visit, elevated is your name.

For with this visit, you will never be the same.

For with this visit, estemed is your burial ground.

For with this visit o azadar, angels surround.

And on this visit, let me join, if you allow.

I will not walk, I am carried, ask how!

On my left is Akber, yet in his chest no spear,

It seems the king of Najaf has healed his dear.

You too will be cured, in his name just ask!

Ali never fails his Son, makes easy your task.

Abal fadhl, Abbas flanks my right.

Acceptance of my duas, watertight!

His flag, strapped to my back.

I have Abbas, what could I ever lack!

With this, I stumble, land at my master's grave.

Burdened, buckets of sin, yet a blessed slave.

Underserving, yet I've got this call.

From Furat's Master, to this humble soul.

Here God listens to every prayer.

So Allah, peel back mine sinful layer.

And instil, your praise, in my every breath.

The Ahlulbayt, none else, till my death.

And let me serve in the name of your Third,

And let me be the pride of His herd.

And let me visit His holy shrine.

His love, His spirit, make it mine.

For sure, blessings, with this visit will come.

For all and the many, not just the some. 

This blessing, this feeling, how did I attain?

This blessing, this feeling, I could never explain.

Apart from yours, I will not have any pain.

My love for you has driven me insane.

Then my soul forever roars, labbayk ya Hussein!

A Call To My Lord

 I call on you by your Beneficence,

And your Magnificence.
By your Brilliance,
And your Radiance.

I call on you by your Cosmic Sight,
And your unparalleled Might.
By your Eternal Light,
And your unquestionable Right.

Lord, I have no words, yet you allow speech.
No discipline, yet you teach.
In the blue ocean, or the dark night sky,
Find you, what direction do I reach?

You are the pinnacle of my desire,
You preach, the path to go higher,
You help, when everything is dire,
My lord, my lord, save me from the fire.

I ask with humility,
Understanding divinity,
Grant this ummah peace,
And bless them with serenity.

I beg you, forgive my oversight,
For pride has blinded my insight.
I am a humble servant, tiny parasite.
Ya Allah, Guide me to the path right,
Through the Household's (a.s.) light.

Fulfil my wishes, my status elevate.
My lord, improve my destined fate,
For you, Make my love great.
And purify my imperfect state.

Oh Months of Sorrow

 

the Tragedy of Kerbala