Husayn of Karbala

Men weep for you today in many lands

And on their breasts in bitter anguish beat,

And in sad, mournful tunes, the tales repeat

Of how you lost your life upon the sands

You nobly spurned the tyrant's base demands

And Chose death to prevent your soul's defeat,-

Became a martyr with unflinching feet-

For these well may one weep who understands.

This sorrow at your death, despite the years

Is still as fresh, which Time has failed to quell

In every heart this day new pain appears

And of your sufferings men each other tell.

They see a vision through slow-falling tears

Of that lone battle where athirst you fell.

Ameen Khorasani