The wise woman of Banu Hashim
My heart trembles when I listen to the tragedy of Karbala,
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My heart trembles when I listen to the tragedy of Karbala,
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.
I don’t trust the world to still be there,
O whose Master I am,
دشتِ خم میں جلوۂ اسرارِ کبریا دیکھا
خوب واقف ہو، اے دل تری تنہائی سے،
Wherein do peaks stand when I speak of you?
O who you don’t know me
With the echoes of azan e fajr
If I were to die and be reborn into flesh,
The caravans of mystery boxes
I stand between the sun and the moon
What did we lose tonight?
How a street turned silent