By an anonymous poet:

Vision of Kerbala

Here’s the tale of my nightly trance

The Vision of Karbala in a deathly dance

When a Martyr great faced the lance,

Of shameful Shimr for Islam to enhance,

No war of weapons or battles’ sound

Equals this tragedy all world round,

No hero hooked to holiness stood

With such head held high without shelter or food.

His trumpet spake not to an armed throng

But to seventy-two saints, the celestial strong

They all sang their heavenly song

Giving their all to avenge a wrong.

Satanic sceptres arranged with awful eye

This orgy of blood without a sigh

While our Sovereign Lord was passing by

In scorching sand to answer people’s cry.

For Islam’s unity he surrendered his head

With his darling children he nobly fed

The starving Ummat on its death-bed

Because through sacrifice are nations made!