My Master, My Master, My Master...

My Master, My Master, My Master...

Are you Fatima’s (sa) guest in Medina?

Or are you al-Qamaas’ visitor tonight?

Or are you sitting next to Husain’s (as)

grave, dirging and soughing?

My Master, My Master, My Master...

Maybe you went to Damscus tonight,

to visit Zainab (sa), the lady of love?

Then, you are certainly visited Ruqaiyya (sa),

Husain (as) youngest daughter too!

Tell me where have you been these nights?

Najaf? Samarra?

Or have you been to a sad mourning in Baqi

with Ummul-baneen’s voice?

My Master, My Master, My Master...

(translation of a Persian poem)