The passion of love

I know well, Giving them pleasure, A great deal, Is in line with God’s will! How delighted I am, then, To beg help from them! My prayers can be answered, And my words can be heard, With their aid, Just you wait! Our good reputation, As the best in creation, Has been definitely earned, With them at the helm, in the end! When I hear his name, I feel sorrow in the main, Homilies about him reach my ears, I’m in floods of tears! I wish, for sure, to be there one night, To embrace his grave with all my might! In my childhood days, Ah, the good old days, There was a strong passion, For love with compassion, We wore mourning, We heard weeping! From the bottom of hearts, Of the country, in parts! I well remember one thing, My mom’s soundless crying, Whispering in my ear, With love and compassion dear, “My love is Hussein, His pain is my pain.” “I make the ultimate sacrifice, To quench your thirst, at any price!” Being in love requires courage, Of wings we should take advantage, To pass through love’s way, On feet is not possible, nay! For the beloved, lover, Should go through fire!