In Her Grave
He buries her… and he leaves her… in her grave, Zahra wants Haider
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Alone, and to it no stranger… she sleeps, a bundle of roses
Shrouded by darkness of her grave… for her husband, Zahra searches
She sees a light above the ground… and Ali she recognizes
She calls his name without a thought… he does not hear, her grave she leaves
She calls his name… he walks away… and her cries, he does not answer
In her grave Zahra wants Haider
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Left in the darkness of her grave… every memory, she’d recall
They rise above her like roses… and like arrows, on her they fall
When once, this lion would not sleep… if but a wound on her befell
She calls out his name in her pain… he does not come to soothe her call
She lies broken… with wounds ridden… silent remains Badr’s victor
In her grave Zahra wants Haider
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Trying to soothe her bleeding wounds… this broken rose turns to her side
She cries a sudden scream of pain… on her broken rib she resides
Not a soul comes to comfort her… no lion and none of her pride
And she’s taunted by a fetus… a voice that comes from her insides
You’re crushing me… mother, save me… let me live to see my mother
In her grave Zahra wants Haider
* * *
A woman with broken petals… yearns for the sight of her husband
She has not seen him for so long… and hurts Zahra, every second
Could it be that he does not come… when my absence to him’s mentioned
O’ Lord just let me hear his voice… with Ali’s absence I’m burdened
In his absence… Ali’s silence… becomes like her rib, her torture
In her grave Zahra wants Haider
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You taught me, O’ Ali, in life… to cry your name with each burden
I’ve cried your name, here in my death… how many times, but you don’t come
You serve the neighbour and the poor… this is your wife, with wounds ridden
When I see you, welcomes me joy… my joy’s left me with grief alone
I cried your name… no Ali came… I rest in my grave, a stranger
In her grave Zahra wants Haider
* * *
I do not mind if you forget… the moments where I made you smile
Or if you see the good I did… as unimportant or little
But O’ Haider, would you dare bear… the pain of hearing me wail?
Come and visit me in my grave… heal the wound of the nail
Come and heal… pain I feel… my grave treats me as a stranger
In her grave Zahra wants Haider
* * *
She watches Ali leave her grave… and upset, Fatima becomes
Alone, tormented by her wounds… she lies a mother without sons
But when he leaves, she sees a light… it lights her grave, to her it comes
Ali he leaves, but in her grave… his beloved, Ali welcomes
He lights her tomb… and soothes her wounds… till time’s end they are together
In her grave Zahra wants Haider
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(London – 20/01/13)
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