A king
in the heavens and a master on earth,
No wish
leaves his lips since the day of his birth,
For
wealth is mere dust and the world, divorced thrice,
And
princes who lead the dwellers of paradise,
A
brother who forever is the best of all men,
Inseparable
now and inseparable then,
With one
world at his feet and the next in the palm of his hand,
This
king has a wish and in prayer he stands,
The
angels bewildered at what such a man could need,
They
patiently wait to see what the king's Lord has decreed...
And soon
comes a response to the Amir's constant prayers,
And
earth becomes impatient to see what great gift heaven bears,
For such
commotion is only for revelations divine,
When
destinies are tied and huge missions assigned,
And so
the earth wonders at what wonders might come,
Whether
all its legends can by this child be outdone,
For what
child begins his mission from the confines of a womb?
Forcing
his mother up when his master is sensed in the room,
Moses
and Jesus and Job come to mind,
But no,
this child somehow leaves them behind,
And
Joseph and Jacob and Adam come too,
Yet
still this boy beyond their heights flew.
And why
not? When his father was only through prophets described,
And
today through Haidar's merits, Abbas we describe.
Feared
to be Ali even by the men of Siffeen,
But it
was Abbas in Karbala that we should have seen,
When
bravery itself became the guard of Hussain,
His arms
and eyes gone and his body was slain,
Yet
every one of his visitors will swear he's alive,
For
through his virtues his soul has survived.
And what
virtues...where does a lover begin?
Is it
his purity, never tainted by sin?
Or the
bottomless well of knowledge divine,
Or the
fact that amongst suns, the moon somehow still shines,
Maybe
his courage unflinching, standing tall and brave,
Or that
nothing but servitude to Hussain did he crave,
Or his
humility humbling even Karbala's dust,
Or the
unspoken oath he lived with all's trust,
Perhaps
his brotherhood that put even motherhood in awe,
Or
beating patience itself, as the Euphrates saw,
Or
loyalty that will never be witnessed again,
Maybe
generosity that renders his beggars insane,
Or the
fact that to every fulfilment he is the key,
The
gateway to swaying the Merciful's decree,
Or
mercy, or endurance or absence of fear,
Perhaps
his vision of morality so clear,
Or
compassion or sacrifice or undying love,
Maybe
his wisdom untaught from above...
Where to
begin, a lover would have no clue,
But this
was something the Almighty already knew,
He knew
that an eternity would pass and another would come,
And the
earth's ink could diminish and all tongues could go numb,
So
through His wisdom a title He gave,
Not 'the
kind', 'the wise' or even 'the brave'...
When in
all the commotion earth and heaven were torn,
A new
virtue with the name of 'Abbas' was born.
