Evening Whispers
My Son, the dawn approaches,
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My Son, the dawn approaches,
O' My Allah, what has happened?
A tiny hand grips his father’s neck,
It’s the first day of the month, when a mother dresses her children in black, pakeezah (pure) attire, putting away all party outfits and bringing out modest, simple clothing.
Zuhayr ibn al-Qayn.
John bin Huwai.
Habib Ibn Mazahir-
Apakah erti risalah yang kuterima
I don’t trust the world to still be there,
For Sayyed Ali Khamenei (May Allah be pleased with him)
An angelic moon
The Guarantor, the Surety, the Earth that holds.
O whose Master I am,
دشتِ خم میں جلوۂ اسرارِ کبریا دیکھا
Karbala’s poets
خوب واقف ہو، اے دل تری تنہائی سے،
Wherein do peaks stand when I speak of you?
And there, his Beloved sees him,
Chambered in my chest on the plains of Karbala
O who you don’t know me