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Shahryar ( Akhlaq
Mohammed Khan )
Poking Fun at Sadness
After receiving toll from the seas
And crossing dreadful deserts,
The army of Husain, son of Ali,
Is coming;
In fact, it’s already here.
All the trees sway in ecstasy;
Angels are busy offering their respects;
Lamps are lit everywhere.
Tell us, why are you sad now?
What tragedy has befallen you?
Why do you still wear
A black band on your arm ?
Translated by Leslie Lavigne and Baidar Bakht
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