• Ashura – Dikt

    Ashura..denna dag då himlen grät tårar..Hussaina, denne man som dog på slagfältet i försvaret av sin morfars arv. Kerbala, denna plats för misär, tortyr, död och sorg.

    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 on 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 as 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 Khorasanee


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