As he sits, by the palm, like a king
Of the wounds inflicted, even its imagination stings
Even then the enemies hurl whatever they find
An arrow, a spear or a stone, the worst of their kindClad in iron socks, onto him he came
With a bunt blade in hand, Shim'ar was his name
Damned with leprosy, forever may he burn
Of Hellfire made and unto it he will returnOn his head the iron socks landed a sock
And over the burning sand he stretched, done only to mock
Then over his chest, like a net from wounds, he sat
And over the heart heavy by the loss of 72, he satTook out the blade and thrust it atrociously
On the neck and tried to cut it rigorously
12 times he tried in vain and Hussain smiled
Cant hurt me there even if 12000 times you tried'Get up' he said, nothing affects me in this place
Repeatedly kissed by Rasullulah to protect it from every mace
Get up, for there is yet something to be done
To bow down and pray, before I have goneHe had no choice but to stand and wait
Then using the last strand of strength as a bait
Hussain, unflinching from the protruding arrows fell
In sajda and prayed to save everyone from hellThat dua, the epitome of everything that is right
Leads who receives it to the path of light
Will only benefit those who with all their heart
With love of Maula Burhanuddin have filled their cartThen he struck with his blade, that insolent creature
The head parted the body of the holiest stature
A sister saw the sacrifice of her brother from the top
Even then the enemies didn't stopFor they mounted Raas-ul-Hussain on a spear
And roamed the lands without any fear
With horses, again and again his body was trampled
Until leaving him against the scorching sun they scrambled.I ask thee if not jealousy and hatred
What drove them to insult everything that is sacred
The vendetta was to exterminate the sons of Mustafa
But they failed, present today is the lineage of Murtaza.Every tear for him takes us closer to attain
Heaven and the joy of Maula, the best we can gain
He recited it for years to provide salvation
May his Mansoos recite it till we surpass this transition.
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The Greatest Martyr
شِعرThis is a poem describing the last and most atrocious moments in the battle of Karbala.