By My Parents
Mustafa Al-Naeb

By my father and my mother, oh Husayn, you deserve to be cried for, by every eye.

Oh Husayn of patience, the mountain of consolation, you made all the prophets cry And the earth and the heavens cried with grief and sorrow; and sadness had flown and prevailed the east and the west.

They didn’t see in you the sanctities of Taha; they prevented you from drinking from the Euphrates water.

In their sight you desire the life (Dunya); who are they compared to you? For them you are rising (to battle).

They committed and perpetrated every horrible crime; they don’t refrain from the agonizing act.

When you came to them with the nursing baby, burning and with rotating eyes.

You said oh people have fear of the Lord of heavens, and save my child from this thirst And take him and give him water; they severed with an arrow his jugular veins.

I can not forget you beside the Alqam, since the disgrace of the earth had scared the world.

You saw the moon in the tower of blood as a silver face disappeared in the red ruby.

When you saw the arrow in the eye of devotion and faith, and when that flag fell on the ground, and Aba Al Fadhle drowned in his blood; the brain had flown on the shoulders.

From the saddle to the ground, you fell, and bent on the body of Aba Al Fadhl You screamed and cried with sorrow and sadness; (Al Husayn’s) palms shake (Abu Ul Fadhl’s) hands.

I don not forget you sitting in grief, and you gaze at Al Qasem and the other descendants (your blood relatives).

In a farewell similar to the sun before sunset, when you were crying for the departure of the two bright stars (of Ursa Minor).