OH MAULA (TUS) THROUGH YOUR EYES WE SEE
Oh Maula, through your eyes we see
A certain day of history,
A day which cried when it was told
What terrors each minute would hold.
Within your words, a scene unfolds,
With them, the mind an image moulds,
Your tears make us feel the grief,
Through you we strengthen our belief.
So truly said, I often feel
Had you been there in the real?
And seen our Maula do the deed
With which our humble souls he freed?
Had you heard Sakina's sigh?
Seen the look in Zainab's eye?
As men with hearts of steel and stone
Did things no human could condone.
Oh Maula, did you see the sky
When a child's blood was thrown up high?
For in your heartfelt, grieven "Ahhhhh!"
We hear the grief of Karbalah.
Oh Maula, take us there again,
And make our hearts relive the pain,
For in it there exists a peace,
I pray that it may never cease.
Within one name is a story told,
Bringing tears down like rain,
A name which yet rings true and bold:
HUSAIN! HUSAIN! HUSAIN!