Abtar they taunted

this heart feels haunted

our eyes shed tears

as verses resounded

through Zahra’s Itra

abundance abounded

abtar they mocked

through Ali’s Hasnain

your perpetual progeny

constantly remain

abtar they shouted

cut from prosperity

ocular blindness

an ironic tragedy

addressing Al Mustafa

as one without a son

owner of the plentitude fountain

of munificent abundance

how strangely they speak to you

we pity this ignorance eternally

as your existence

encompasses all incessantly

abtar I deny

wiping your tears dry

oh beloved who’s soul

is softer than a rosy cloud

forgive us for ignoring

your noble household

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