The weight of beloved's coffin,
resting upon Husain’s shoulder,
as he rushes through the venom of conspiracy.

Advancing towards the tomb of grandfather,
the green dome embracing him from afar,
and Husain; his standpoint interrupted.

The projection of arrows - poisoned with hostility,
at his brother's motionless, silent frame.
And Husain; detaching each mantle of hatred with tears.

He remembered his mother -
her warm lap enclosing him and brother Hassan.
And Husain; his grasp tightened.

He remembered his father -
his cloak - the scent of pure paradise.
And Husain; facing najaf, his heart wounded.

He remembered his brother -
how the pieces of his liver laid on the basin - bare.
And Husain; kissed the pillar of the bier in love.

A final glimpse at brother's faint complexion,
his pale, colorless expression announcing;
Husain, brother Karbala awaits you.