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بخش ۱۶ - فی فضیلة حسین رضی الله عنه / Section 16 - On the Virtue of Husayn, May Allah Be Pleased with Him

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کیست حق را و پیمبر را ولی
آن حسن سیرت حسین بن علی

آفتاب آسمان معرفت
آن محمد صورت و حیدر صفت

نه فلک را تا ابد مخدوم بود
زانکه او سلطان ده معصوم بود

قرة العین امام مجتبی
شاهد زهرا شهید کربلا

تشنه او را دشنه آغشته بخون
نیم کشته گشته سرگشته بخون

آن چنان سرخود که برد بی دریغ
کافتاب از درد آن شد زیر میغ

گیسوی او تا بخون آلوده شد
خون گردون از شفق پالوده شد

کی کنند این کافران با این همه
کو محمد کو علی کو فاطمه

صد هزاران جان پاک انبیا
صف زده بینم بخاک کربلا

در تموز کربلا تشنه جگر
سر بریدندش چه باشد زین بتر

با جگر گوشهٔ پیمبر این کنند
وانگهی دعوی داد ودین کنند

کفرم آید هرکه این را دین شمرد
قطع باد از بن زفانی کین شمرد

هرکه در روئی چنین آورد تیغ
لعنتم از حق بدو آید دریغ

کاشکی ای من سگ هندوی او
کمترین سگ بودمی در کوی او

یا درآن تشویر آبی گشتمی
در جگر او را شرابی گشتمی

English translation

Who is the friend of God and the Prophet? That one of beautiful character, Husayn ibn Ali. The sun of the sky of spiritual knowledge, That one with the form of Muhammad and the traits of Haydar (Ali). He was the master of the nine heavens for eternity, Because he was the sovereign of the ten infallible ones. The delight of the eye of Imam Mujtaba (Hasan), The beloved of Zahra, the martyr of Karbala. While he was thirsty, the dagger was drenched in his blood; Half-killed, he was wandering in blood. The way his head was severed without mercy, Caused the sun to hide beneath the clouds out of pain. As soon as his locks were stained with blood, The blood of the sky was poured out in the twilight. How could these infidels do this, despite it all? Where is Muhammad? Where is Ali? Where is Fatima? Hundreds of thousands of pure souls of the prophets, I see them lined up on the soil of Karbala. In the scorching heat of Karbala, with a thirsty liver, They severed his head; what could be worse than this? They do this to the beloved piece of the Prophet's heart, And then they lay claim to justice and religion! It is blasphemy to me if anyone counts this as religion; May the tongue that reckons this so be cut from its root. Whoever drew a sword against such a face, May God's unsparing curse be upon him. If only I, his Hindu dog, Were the lowliest dog in his alley. Or in that distress, I had become water, To become a refreshing drink for his liver.

Updated 2026-07-03

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