Farewell My Zeinab

Farewell . . . Farewell;
My Zeinab, God be with you!
Tonight is my final call;
O' most beloved sister!
The age long love,
with which we grew,
shall never depart O' sister.
Even on the spear,
my eyes shall watch you,
from the farthest distance,
your tears I will wipe.
Patience . . . Patience;
My Zeinab, God be with you!
Tomorrow, is the day;
when the sky shall weep,
& the earth roar.
Little orphans shall be trampled,
their clothes shall burn to rags,
and you my sister,
give them a mother's love.
My Zeinab, God be with you!
You my sister shall unveil,
to the world, the reality.
Our lovers must be aware,
that Hussein fought for Islam's prosperity.
My Zeinab, God be with you!
You shall lead the grieved caravan,
from the dungeons of Kufa,
to the land of grandfather.
My Zeinab, God be with you!
Back home, a precious flower awaits you,
waiting to see her loved ones.
Sister; give her my love,
and tell her not to wait for our return.
My Zeinab, God be with you!

* By: Sister Mardhiya