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His little children dear

imam hussein (a.s)

Brothers, friends - helpless women too,

Cling to him in fear,

Unflinchingly, nor moved nor wept,

Secure in his just cause,

He nobly fought and nobly died,

To save Islam's great laws.

All the memory of martyrdom

A new the passions rise;

A bitter, sobbing, wailing cry,

Goes up unto the skies;

With each new year the latent grief,

Pent up, breaks out again,

And Heaven returns the impassioned cry,

Hussein, Hussein, Hussein!*


By Ethel M. Pope

Taken from: Ashura poems in English Compiled by Muhammad Reza Fakhr Rohani

Other links:

The Day of Ashura

Vale of Sorrow

Hussein of Karbala

The Night of Martyrdom

The Imam Bara

Vision of Karbala

An Ode

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