How did I withstand the scene?
A ten-month old baby, in piercing arrows decorated
Mothers in agony; the loyal brother's arms
from his body separated;
And the army of a Muslim Leader, self-placed
When the term Human they disgraced
How can I ever forget?
The day I shone over a peaceful body, lying on sand ablaze
Tongue scorched, heart broken.
The day his pain I caused to raise
Why must I be the sun?
Adding to his thirst and ache
Watching high above, a full view, helpless
Burning with grief in his wake
What was in my hands?
I prayed that my tear-drops would fall to you as rain
Over your dry lips
Quench some thirst before you had to be slain
How could I bear it be?
There was nothing I could do
Not yet time for me to set, nor time for night to pull through
I looked left and right, seeking a cloud to cover me
To not have to watch your slaughter
To stop the world from having to see
I will always recall
And at the close of every day as I withdraw
I think of you and shed
On the 680 Tragedy of Karbala
Inspired by the eulogy شمس recited by باسم الكربلائي