Bayn Al Harmain

Karbala Blank verse Safar Arbaeen Muharram

I stand between the sun and the moon The dawn, the dusk, the noon Submit to this marvelous view I am unshackled yet sieged by humility My shivering body lingers no weight on me I see mysteries uncloaked The moon that was cracked into two The sun that was summoned This order is controlled by whom, Is it you? Cold sweat in my palms and blood bruises on my chest This allegory is a tale of the blessed This dirt glisters my feet, my hair Wallah I am the finest beggar, with a golden spoon Because I stand between the sun and the moon A drop in me what overflows in you Alqama, Euphrates, the pacific, they envy you Oh the moon of hashims waver my worries away Your lighthouse damns me to go astray Drenched in love, I have found my Habib Hur is that your fragrance that embodies me? I can hear the bedtimes stories on repeat The Tale of a king, righteously alone the blood red afternoon The freezing moonlight The silent terrains The cries and the suppressed pain Dressed in dirt Not a word uttered I stood there Between the sun and the moon Praying for this to be my final destination Between the moon and the sun Waiting for the Awaited One Al Ajal Al Ajal 🤲🏻

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