An Ode
Tell me friends what shall you say
On the awful Judgment Day
When Muhammad asks you where
Are those trusted to you care?
Dearer than a thousand lives?
Bound by many a fastening chain
Some in dungeons dark remain,
On Karbala's barren strand
Others lie, a reaking band.
Torn with wounds and stain'd with mud
Weltering in their own heart's blood.
When before the Judgment seat
You the Holy Prophet meet,
He shall ask. If thus you show
The gratitude you justly owe,
For all the benefits bestow'd
By whom whose bounty freely flow'd.*
By W. C. Tailor
Taken from: Ashura poems in English Compiled by Muhammad Reza Fakhr Rohani
Other links:
The Day of Ashura
Vale of Sorrow
