Pulse memories out from lost moments
These are our sources of woe
Hooked out every year to mix
With the well spring of these days
Coaxed out by the retelling
Thus, Saqi, we grieve by reliving
But, who is he that rides down grief
Finds it recoiling from its own fate
Wrestles it down and forms it,
As raconteur of his strickening saga?
Who is he, that knowing what will pass,
Feels his brother’s life fall leagues away,
And still, gathers up his heart
Casting it to the mercy of those without it?
Who is he that would deny himself Hajj,
Yet Hajj would deny me without him?
Who is this Hussain, heaving his caravan to a halt
While the Muharram moon locks step?
By Ali.A.Naqvi
