Saturday, October 25, 2014

Hazrat Abbas (A.S) At Nehre Furat

 I have reached the river bank,
I think of when they last drank,
Now their pupils have all sank
Into the whites of their eyes,

I've never admitted this,
But my tongue burns in dryness,
Should I remain waterless?
Water in front of me lies,

In my two hands water flows,
And to my lips it comes close,
I remember their sorrows,
And from my hands water flies...