Sarojini Naidu on Karbala
Sarojini Naidu on Karbala
Husain ya Husain <p>Black-robed barefooted with dim eyes that rain <br>Wild tears in memory of the woeful plight And hands that in blind, rhythmic anguish smite <br>Their blood-stained bosoms to a sad refrain, For the old, haunting legend of thy pain, Thy votaries mourn thee through the tragic night <br>With mystic dirge and melancholy rite. Crying to thee, Husain, Ya Husain <p>Why do thy myriad lovers so lament sweet saint? <br>Is not thy matchless martyrhood. <br>The living banner and brave covenant <br>Of the high creed. <br>Thy prophet did proclaim. <br>Bequeathing for the word's beatitude, <br>The enduring loveliness of Allah's name. <p><p> <br>