The longing is deep, the desire is true,
To be slain such, that even upon death, we remain alive.
Provided by the Lord, in the company of giants,
Giants who gave their all to fulfil their covenant with their Master.
For death came upon them, not as victims of unfair crime,
But they walked towards it with knowledge, awake and conscious.
Lives offered for a sacred cause.
Deaths that silenced oppression of the time.
Deep is the longing to partake in the company of Khamenei, Nasrallah and Hajj Qaseem,
But deeper is the yearning to sit in the vicinity of the Master of Martyrs.
Oh Hussein, you were slained in a manner so painful to bear,
But your legacy is the archetype you’ve left till end of time.
Any soul that aims to walk on your path,
Must know, must understand, why?
Are they awake, following not a crowd, a propaganda?
Have they reflected, weighted and chosen?
