Imam Husayn (as)
Many, Many years ago,
On the bloody field of Karbala,
A noble here faced his foe,
As champion of God's Faith and Law
Overhead, a scorching sun,
There were no shady trees
Beneath a burning sandy plain
With no refreshing breeze
A scion of Hashim's noble line
The hero of your creed and mine
His heroism will forever shine
The son of Ali, God's lion
His comrades few, but loyal and brave
Some' young, and some advanced in age
The record of whose actions gave
History its brightest page
Of worldly comforts they had none
no couch, nor rosy bed
To comfort their afflicted hearts
The Holy Word of God they read
Three days every distress the bore
Deprived of all drink and food
The world does still wonder
At their unmatched fortitude
They fell around him one by one
Firm in their righteous ways
And for their loyalty have won
From friend and foe a world of praise
His friend with loving grief be eyed
As he lay dying under sun's scorching rays
To defend true Islam he tried
After dealing with foes in peaceful ways
In his arm he carried his baby son
Asked them to give him water
Said he, "The babe has no harm done
To thus die of thirst or slaughter."
Stones they threw and arrows they shot
Being obedient to yazid's behest
And in their fury spared not
Even the baby's life at the breasy!!!
A little before his enemies were
For water sorely passed
Relief he gave them then and there
For he could not see even a foe distressed
Humbley he prayed and praised the lord
The Giver of spiritual Beauty
And amid danger he never failed
To do his sacred duty
Wickedness can no further go
Cruelty needs to no greater proof
His scared body after death
Was trampled under a horse's hoof
Mean 'vistory' they gained, but still
No bounds knew their ire.
Orphans and widows they captives made
And set Ahlul-Bayt's tents on fire
The captives saw with choking grief
And eyes dimmed with tears
O the tragic sight of Martyrs heads
Uplifted high atop the spears