Ya Ali Ya Hussain a.s

Ya Ali Ya Hussain a.s

In the heart within, is a burning flame.
Essentially, entirely, throbs of shame.
And as I ponder, a long gaze came.
The emptiness deepens, the blame.
The loneliness, never the same,
And in the heart within, is a burning flame.
The shriek, the shreds of pain ripping across.
The regret, growing intensity without pause.
A clenching fist, a bending wrist, a resting head,
A crying heart, screaming loud, but feeling dead.
Desperate, hurt, betrayed, many tears red.
Stained with blood, not enough words said,
And in the heart within, is a burning flame.
I feel as such as I recall, and wonder,
The stance of Hussain, that I remember.
So long he stood, never did he surrender.
Alone, alone, and alone with no defender.
Not a helping hand, long did he ponder,

And in the heart within, is a burning flame.
Forward he looked, and surely saw,
Death and pain, beasts ready to claw.
Merciless against him, he with no flaw.
And behind he looked, and surely saw,
A broken dove that'll never withdraw,
Or leave him behind, tears warm and raw,
And in the heart within, is a burning flame.
It was Zainab who stood behind, close,
Watching the sight, the journey he chose.
I will never forget, she says, the beautiful rose
Of faith, it's you beloved brother, to my heart close.
And she gave her farewell with pain, and she rose,
And in the heart within, is a burning flame.
And Hussain went and departed away.
His face rested, above the sand it lay.
His heart, his head, his throat, bled today.
His body torn, by thugs morally astray.
Peace be upon Hussain, hurt we pray,
And in the heart within, is a burning flame.
And as I listen, the scene before my eyes is drawn.
The gasp of Zainab's mighty heart, at the break of dawn.
The fragrance of Akbar's passion, after death is gone.
And Abass next to the river's bed, never foregone.
I see and I cry, I hear and I weep long thereon,
And in the heart within, is a burning flame.
Regret haunts me, why was I not there?
To receive the sword, with my chest bare.
Why did I not answer the call, or show you care?
Why is it that you suffer and die, is it fair?
That you my beloved are killed, and I dare,
To live and smile, and my life I don't spare?
But in the heart within, is a burning flame.
My beloved, my remedy, my night and day
My passion, Hussain, an enlightening array,
Of love, mercy, and sacrifice, then and today.
Never, will I forget you, not a chance nor a way.
Your name lives endlessly within me, and I won't betray,
Zainab's tears, nor will I ever show towards you dismay,
And in the heart within, is a burning flame.
Take my word, one which in blood I wrote,
My heart is yours, my flesh, and my throat.
Forever, my chants will remain loud as I gloat,
A servant of Hussain I am, let humanity note this quote.
And though regret, pain, sorrow, hurt, and misery float,
Within me for not defending my beloved with my throat,
I will never forget Hussain, never, never, never,
Tell the word, let me scream, let me break my rhyme,
As my heart tears when I recall,
that he was killed for no crime,
Other than being the noble Hussain.
My being is Hussain. My existence is Hussain...
And in the heart within, is a burning flame.