STRAIGHTPATHMONTHLY December 2011
Seyyedah Zainab a.s
By Dr . Hasan Najaļ¬
In you a world is born,
As the blood of martyrs to the sight you brought.
Messenger of resistance is born.
The populous Damascus sunk in the brine (sea) of
A diver in the flood of blood is born,
After Karbala, a new Karbala is born.
In the ocean of blood a navigator is born.
tears
The streets there in your words to Ali and Zahra still
hears.
Decked are the lanes, streets, squares of Damascus,
The Prophet you represented with pride and power,
Under the curious gaze you will have to pass.
The tyrant saddled with shame and fear.
The ignorant eye, the strayed mind will learn
The arid desert of unbelief distant with alarm
From you to turn from hell to heaven.
You turned it into vivid Islam full of charm.
As you will pass from the streets
The balm of breeze filled calm into the air,
Guidance to the masses greets.
You stood and stand high taking our care.
The forgotten Prophet will be recalled
By your hands the drum of God beaten
The truth in your words will be appalled.
By your permission will opened the door of heaven.
Zahra; you will recall to the people,
You neither a Prophet nor an Imam
Ali; you will remind to the people,
But you to all stand a standard of norm.
The discarded Message of God in a purple
You are the pride of Islam and Islam proud of you;
You put, in the court of Yazid and present to people.
On the day of Judgement destinies depend on you.
How pleasing and pleasant its appearance!
In your custody is deposited the martyrs' blood,
And how amazing your endurance and patience!
Noah forgets his Ark before its astonishing flood.
Every down up and every up turns down
In your voice all the prophets will demand
As you will move from town to town
The tyrants where will hide from your command.
You are a queen, blood of the martyrs your crown,
The amputated heads from your lap speak;
With you moves the Message and at you it is grown.
From beyond centuries echoes the squeak.
Where you be there the winds of truth are blown.
Long live your memory, O, Lady!
You are Karbala's mirror, in it the Qur'an is shown.
Of diurnal (everlasting) odor is your lily.
Your Mother behind the burning door, you witnessed;
Hassan, your brother, vomited liver, you witnessed,
Hussain, your brother, in Karbala, you witnessed.
From childhood you acquainted with gloom,
Amidst the gloom your years attained bloom.
Bruited the message of blood far and wide
Brume (mist) of blood vapoured, you were the guide.
You divaricated (torn asunder) the tyranny in its
heart,
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