Ashura

امشبی را شه دین در حرمش مهمان است

عصر فردا بدنش زیر سم اسبان است

مکن ای صبح طلوع

مکن ای صبح طلوع

 لبیک یا حسین

دیدی دلا به محشر کبرای کربلا

شور قیامتی که به پا از سه شعبه شد

آنجا که کاخ صبر و امیدش خراب شد

غمخانه ی رباب بنا از سه شعبه شد

یا رقیه!

دست رقیه ام بگیر؛

تنهاست.

فرىاي قيامت كه گرفتارترينيم

وحشت زده و بی کس و بی یارترینیم

آنقدر طرفدار من و توست اباالفضل

انگار نه انگار گنهکارترینیم

دست مرا بگیر نه با دست، با پرت

بی دست کربلا نظری جان مادرت

The Imam hugged him. Abbas’s body smelled of Ramadan twenty years ago. He sniffed deeply and filled his nostrils, filled with the pure scent of heaven, the scent of Ali’s zeal and courage.

The Imam removed Abbas from his arms, placed his hands on Abbas ’shoulders, and once again looked at Abbas’ height and face. Then he stared into her sad eyes and allowed her to leave.
Abbas took the waterskin and mounted it on horseback and moved towards Sharia.
The horse reached the Euphrates. He hit the Euphrates with a wet heart and healed his head and snout in the coolness of the water, and sighed restlessly.
Abbas sat on the edge of the Euphrates. He submerged his fist. The wave fell on the heart of the Euphrates and embraced the face of the moon of Bani Hashem and disappeared in itself.
The thirst had reached its limit. He was thirsty. Abbas’s dry lips burned with a drop of water. He raised a handful of water. The photo of his cracked lips on his wet face reminded him of the thirst of Hussein’s children. Ruqayyah’s thirsty lips and the sound of his thirst stopped him from drinking water. The fire quenched his thirst with the water of his fist and he burned the Euphrates in the fire of longing kissing his lips until the Day of Judgment.
He threw the waterskin into the Euphrates. Waterskin poured the water of the Euphrates with greed and placed it on Abbas’ right shoulder.
Abbas rode a horse, nothing was in front of him, he was roaring and moving forward. His gaze was not taken from the tents. In his heart he begged waterskin to accompany him. The wetness and coolness of the waterskin robbed Abbas of his warmth and thirst. It did not take long for him to be guest on his right hand that he landed on Abbas’s left shoulder, and after that he became Abbas’s guest on lips and kissed Abbas thirsty lips.
Waterskin was drowning in the rainy kiss of the moon when he suddenly felt empty. Waterskin and Abbas looked at each other, and when his body was emptied of silver drops of water, Abbas took his desperate and embarrassed look from the torn waterskin and extended it to Hussein’s tent. Earth and time were shaken by the weight of this look. The enemy could not bear to see him and shot at him. There were drops of blood and tears that rolled together and fell from the face of such a moon.
The god of majesty raised his two knee joints, bent his head to pull the arrow out of his eye, and his helmet fell off his head, and the moon disk appeared. The enemy could not bear to see this beauty and glory, he raised the iron pillar and landed on Abbas’s side and figured out another"moon split". The moon of Bani Hashem : the sun of Ahl-albet sat in the eclipse and the eyes of the earth went black.
The smell of Abbas’s body was mixed with the smell of jasmine, and Hussein intoxicated this smell in his lungs, and when Abbas shouted: O brother! Help your brother! The earth looked at the sun and the moon.h