By Sayyid Ali son of the Allama Sayyid Mahdi Bahr al-Ulum:

Is it your soul or the soul of Prophethood that does ascend

From the earth to Paradise as the huris prostrate?

Is it your head or the head of the Messenger atop the spear

Repeating the ayat of the fellows of the cave?

Is it your chest or the reservoir of knowledge and wisdom

That crushed a host of the ignorant attempts?

Is it your mother or the Mother of the Book that did sigh

So her sighing heart did indeed melt,

And the earth echoes the heavens in its sighs

So while one wails, the other cries?

The Wahi held a mourning of its own

At his house, and the one solaced is Muhammad,

Seeing the Two Weighty Things: One to pieces torn

With arrows, and the other with the sword to pieces sawn,

So his ‘Itrat some killed by the sword and some by the arrows,

Some martyred and some expelled in the plains full of sorrows.

What a martyr whose body did the sun bake?

Though from its very origin did its own rays take?

And what a slain save one whose body the horses crushed

Though from his mention their riders freeze and are hushed.

Did you know that Muhammad's very soul,

Like his Qur’an, is in his grandson personified?

Had those horses, like their riders, only come to know

That the one under the hooves was in fact Ahmad,

They would have against their riders declared a mutiny

Just as they against him revolted and declared.

Injustice slit a throat the moon's light does envy

And in each of his veins for the truth there is a star

And crushed ribs wherein compassion does reside

And stopped breathing wherein the Truth is Glorified.

Yet the greatest calamity of all

Is the suffering of his free ladies' every soul.

Oppressed they were as their only protector is tied

Some were handcuffed complaining from their pain,

While other ladies were being slapped and in chain,

As if said to his people the Messenger of Oneness:

Seek revenge against my ‘Itrat and with cruelty oppress.