my heart’s rapture holds the momentwhen I first glanced upon your facewhen all that mattered disappearedand you remained there in its place when we first met, you did not speakyet until now, your voice I hearand though the miles stretch out farby the soul’s standard, you are near I came to you in summer’s heatwith weary limbs and aching solesupon your doorstep I then fellfeeling, at last, I had come home resting your hand upon my headyou wiped my journey’s dust awaywith you I sat, you marked the pathfor one who’d wandered long astray above us rose a blooming moonits light extinguished all the starsand it was then I realizedI am there only where you are for years, the…
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how can my body stay in this place, when my heart only wants to be where you are? how do i keep from catching my breath? how do i keep my soul from leaping from my chest? how do i go on living, knowing it’s not where you are? oh, how restless is the spirit! to be in the four walls of your city tonight; to smell the sweet air of Samarra tonight; to embrace in my arms the tenderness of your grave tonight…
what i wouldn’t give, my beloved Imam al-Naqi (a) to walk toward your golden dome again to smell the dust of your grave again to rest my head by your side, to speak to you of my sorrows, to have your hand soothe my heart again. (Grandfather, missing you… it hurts. in what way can i tell you “i love you, forever” when even forever is not enough?)
the first momentmy eyes settheir sights onyourkarbala,i knew. the momenti saw your flagstill whipping in the breezeblood red,the blood of Muhammad (s) your name written in the skyas if still held steadyblood red,the armsof yourflag-bearer… my life,(the deathi had thoughtwas life)before my very eyesfell awayand in its place,there remained onlyyou. jaanam…the first momenti smelledyour fragrance,i knew, all elsewas lostto meforever.
“Be with me always—take any form…only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!” i am caught in the snares of your love i am drowning in the oceans of your memory i am gasping for breath on cliffs in the depths of a winter’s night screaming out your name i am fumbling with the wreckage of my heart, sinews and veins trailing between my fingers my bruised knees slipping on rivers of tears and blood please, do not leave me in the care of my self (12:53) do not abandon me to the wolves that howl inside hungering to tear me apart do not desert me now, in my hour…
