Such was tree's humble tone,
Cool its leaves, shade its bark,
Nouns were insults his name,
Verbs degrade his action fraught,
Adjectives mute all else.
His name, Hussein, rang hearts,
So apt his faith, no word dispel,
So leapt him Pious, no world dispel,
Breathed his last as Yazdi smiled,
Whence angels wept all aloud.

All sands not dare gather near,
By command, nor blood erase,
Nor knew the rain yet be wet,
A cloth his blood not shook,
All eyes wept ere stones wept,
As ears swept the garments hold,
Here deigns Hussein, behold.
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