The shepherd has but gone over the hill,The setting sun has but few hours to rise—Yet with the dark has fled our pasture's will,Waking is left now only for the wise.Our withered flock now wanders to and fro,While on the path few track our herder's steps;We sit and wail, drawing the wolves below,While few seek… Continue reading the shepherd
O night, prolong your hours— let me, for some moments longer, gaze upon his face; these hours of night, still far too soon these thousand years, still far too soon these infinite ages, still far too soon to embrace the broken body of Hussain.
light is breaking its way through gentle night with the reddened tones of a blood sunrise through the tents of Hussain on Ashura a morning breeze in deep sorrow sighs those who've just spent the night in prayer prepare now to face the battle call bidding farewell to the ones they love their words, La… Continue reading Hurr, who chose to be free
the clock is chiming, marking the hour of separation and i am caught in a slow moving apart, a heavy gaze, a drinking in with the thirst of one dying the angles of your face, the wrinkles of your eyes, holding your cloth, breathing in the remnants of scent of the only person i have… Continue reading the clock is chiming
"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… Continue reading be with me