Before this desert bury me under storm,
Before the sun sets, I fly to the unknown,
Keep my footprints on the stone tomb,
I'll remain sacred before the desert mourn.

I ran for so long in snare of worldly illusion,
This tedious path to the polemic summon,
Oh heaven, did you ever call me deep down?

My tears worth nothing, yarning won’t stop you,
You're set to forge me pain, release my soul in vain,
Yet, I can’t curse you; I can’t hate my killer,
You're only sending me back home!

That icy blade cuts through my throat intense,
And I let it hurt beyond this body could sense.
My soul wants to rise but my body can’t crawl,
One can take my life, can’t take my soul!

Baptism of love, my platonic love,
If I could only tell you once before I turned to stones!

(On Karbala)