A migration of Nobles Very few in number Led by the courageous Noble of the Noblest Unwilling to surrender To tyranny and falsehood.
Filled with bottomless pain Of Torment and anguish, Installed with Faith, decides To leave the Blessed City Of his Beloved Grandfather Peace be upon him.
Having circumambulated The Holy Cube, and after, Taking a final view Of his venerable Mother's gravesite He was ready to face savagery.
O' Beloved Grandson, Thou wasn't leading An army, but only Members of the Household Thou hated bloodshed, hence, Preferred to leave, than engage.
This was no ordinary Journey of migration It was a mission To keep distinction Of Truth and falsehood, Of Right and Wrong.
In service and homage To the Illuminating Message The Imam chose To offer himself Instead of the entire Set of Believers.
Untrained and unarmed Few against many A Noble Family, Loyal Companions Filled with Faith and Courage Against a ruthless army, We're ready for Supreme sacrifice.
On the tenth of the First Lunar month To protect annihilation of Truth The Caravan parked In the scorching desert Was to witness unknown bravery…
The blazing Sun Was shying to rise The Morning Star was Refusing to set Nature was in rebellion To do and stop, what followed…
The water table In revolt, hearing the cries Of the infant Lay in wait to burst Through the toughest crest, If only The Imam would ask…
For centuries and much more… Water continues to mourn, weep, For not being called out, In protest it bursts often, Its boundaries, as Tsunamis and floods.
But those called upon To Honour the Message Yield not to persecution The Flag bearer announced The resolve By embracing martyrdom.
The tongues were parched But the Soul was Soaked In the dry desert, With streams of dedication Moistened were eyes With purposive Belief.
Cowards got the infant Hoping to crumble The determination Nay, it grew in strength The Brave Imam rode out Into the ranks of the foe.
Arrows flew lavishly Upon him, The jugular vein bursted, The gushing warm blood Fertiled the desert sand The arid desert bowed, In humility and submission.
The ensuing savagery Is unparalleled in human history, The slayers thought they could, entomb ,Forever, The Message Their heathen souls instead Burn in the inferno of mire of misdeeds.
Men, women and children Slaughtered with ferocity Viciousness and sadism Lay scattered in smouldering heat. Devoid of funerary rites They lie fresh below.
The Lady of strength Gathered the remains Of the Family, Living and martyred, And marched with Honour By speech she decimated the enemy.
Any claims of monopoly Upon the Imam Needs rebuttal, Hussein belongs to Humanity, Hussein is much mine, As I am of Hussein.
In the martyrisation Of Hussein and Family The Message survived As per His Will, We avenge by remembrance of Imam Hussein.
10th Muharram ul Haram, 1446 A.H. Karachi
