Household of Gold

Poem 2: The Milad of Abu Turab (Ya Ali)

Let me recite a few words about my master,
Abu Turab,
In honour of his Milad,
A man may be great,
Ya Ali
But no one his level of greatness can reach,
Under his steps,
Ya Ali
Shelter angels seek,
No one around him feels scared or weak,
Ya Ali
If eloquence is for a man,
Ya Ali
Haider is its peak,
For those who wish to gain knowledge,
Ya Ali
It's gate they first must seek.

Recites your name daily,
Ya Ali
The mountains and the trees,
Even the small creatures floating through the seven seas.
Your name,
Ya Ali
A surge of love within me,
It frees,

No one was like you in honour and piety,
Ya Ali
The Prophet trusted you to such a degree,
He gave you his daughter,
Zahra your equal in every speciality,
No other man of her love was worthy,
Ya Ali
Your marriage is extraordinary.

This is a testament to your life,
Whatever you had,
Ya Ali
For God's path you would sacrifice,
Therefore an ordinary sword would not suffice,
Ya Ali
Zulfiqar would strike the hearts full of spite,
She came down to assist you and give you might,
Ya Ali
As the hand of Allah,
Would on the enemy take flight,
Ya Ali
What a sight!

Let me tell you,
Before birth,
Ya Ali
I was taught of your virtues,
At a young age,
Ya Ali
Your love was fed to me through and through,
With your love instilled in my heart,
Ya Ali
I grew and grew,
Your love made my heart bulletproof,
Ya Ali
My whole life,
Your love was all I needed and knew.

I am entranced by your mention,
Ya Ali,
My soul aches due to your absence,
Ya Ali.

They told me,
Ya Ali,
My love for you was crazy,
I told them,
Ya Ali,
His love brought me back from the brink of insanity,
Brutality,
I may face easily,
But never will I stop loving you,
Or calling out in a clear voice,
Whether to mourn or rejoice,
Never will I denounce this choice,
Ya Ali.

If the universe rotated,
Ya Ali,
Your birth in God's house was mandated,
Lion of Allah,
Our Imam and Leader
Ya Ali,
For this purpose you were created,
You demonstrated what in life is imperative,
Ya Ali,
Pleasing God was your motive,

Your mother went to God's house,
This was fate,
When the moment came,
She did not want to be late,
Yet was welcomed when the Kaaba for you
Ya Ali,
opened its gate,
Why you do they still hate,
When to your birthplace,'
Five times a day they place the head to the ground and prostrate.

Let our voices ring out as one,
Ya Ali,
Let us write poetry in honour of your love,
Ya Ali,
Let brother greet brother,
Ya Ali,
And care for one another,
With the name of Haider in our hearts forever!
Ya Ali!