Heroism & Humility
An angelic moon
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An angelic moon
The Guarantor, the Surety, the Earth that holds.
O whose Master I am,
This scent seems familiar
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
Seasons change, so does the weather
In these nights of Ramadan,
With the echoes of azan e fajr
In the shadows of Karbala, she stood tall,
“You’ll remember this when I’m dead,”
If I were to die and be reborn into flesh,
Each of you, pick up a stone.
What is the cost of loyalty?
I made my home a sanctuary