With you we mourn, dear one !

This dawn, I wake up
I hear the chirps of the restless birds
Yet it is some sad song that they have taken on
I open the window, glancing at the deep blue sky few stars still sparkle,
lonely, and sad lost in that ocean,
The green ghostly leaves shiver with the breeze of the dawn as if in pain, and in agony

Why? What has betaken the heart of this beautiful creation which joyfully praised Him every time I noticed it,
when the dawns witnessed the height of its cheer
What tragedy has befallen it?

I open the page to read about today,
the day when the Rahmatul lil 'Alameen abandoned the creation the day when that
who was Harees to the believers,
left only to be seen in another realm.

Yet left them not on their own,
without a connecting cord but with two reliable handholds:
The Qur'an and his Ahl-ul Bayt

The day when the seal of the prophets,
witnessed the immediate disobedience towards Allah,
Who swore about his inspired soul,
And they callously say:
'he has lost his mind'

And he leaves, head on the lap of 'Ali whispering in his ears,
the last inspired words to join the company of those
who deserved him who awaited his arrival

I wonder if there was disappointment in that gentle, sober heart?
That moved and melted for any oppressed/betrayed one,
That nested all the love that a heart can contain

I wonder!
What may have been the state of the Best of creation
Upon his meeting his Beloved while looking down and hearing a wail of his Kawthar, Zahra

"Dear father accepted the invitation of his Lord
Dear father, how near you are to Him!"

Taking a fistful of the dust from his grave,
by the hands that had wiped his tears at times of distress,
the hands that were kissed by the prophet to her tired eyes:
"Indeed that who smelled of your Turbat, shall never desire for any perfume"

"Talk to me!
O' hidden in the garment of dust!
Listen to my painful wails, and complaints.
Much distress has come upon me the darkness of which could change daylight to night"

"Once I was at the protection of Muhammad
Where I feared not oppression
But today, I have been humiliated by oppressors
I fear oppression, while my garment is the only protection"

"Just as a night angle sings in the midst of the night
I cry and moan in the morns
Thus your mourning and sadness of your departure will be my companions and the pearls of tears my necklace from now on"

I wonder!
If ..............
But then I notice this sad creation,
not sad for having lost Mercy on it, but..... and I agree with it,
that Zahra is not to be left alone in this mourning,
We join her (as).

Source: Posting from ABDG