Part 19 - Epilogue

    Eternity will, his name preserve,

    A place of honour reserve (conserve)

    In radiance, divine, glows his name,

    Kindles the universe, the eternal flame.

    Devilry tide, vehemently, surged.

    To Hussain we owe, our piety do

    Adore and love his chivalry too

    perpetual, endless, boundless, same,

    Glorious, for ever, prevail his fame.

    Tempests, storms and gales, did blow,

    This taper retained its divine glow,

    Howled tornadoes, did hurricanes rush,

    This eternal bloom they could not crush,

    Forward, forward, on and on,

    Kept on the move Hussain's caravan.

    Hussain did achieve his basic aim,

    (an eternal triumph, he could claim)

    For the faith's (tomorrow), his (today) he gave,

    Laid down his life, Islam did save.

    With pride and love, his name we quote

    Who, with his own blood, history wrote.

    His deeds will (neglect) never meet.

    Oblivion, his name will not greet.

    This tale of endurance, hardihood

    has the test of time well stood


    (An Eternal Message From Kerbala)

    No brutal force 'gainst truth can work

    Truth will conquer, will not shirk.

    'Tis the greatest dike, to hold back sin

    The silencer, of the mundane din.

    The spiritual health, it will restore

    For moral wounds; 'tis a surest sure.

    Truth will strengthen sickly souls

    Plug, in the conscience, gaping holes.

    Truth, is not an elusive ghost

    'Tis, to the righteous, a constant host.

    Truth, in its exalted mood

    Is clearest mind's amplitude.

    "Infinite" is there in every man

    Immortalise "finite" it can.

    Truth, doesn't perish at death

    It does outlive the human breath.

    Redeemed, through truth, all can be

    XYZ and you and me.

    Truth, being infinitely great

    Both kings and beggars, upon it wait.

    Truth, individuals and Nations, makes

    An infinite joy in the task it takes

    Glows the universe, with its beams

    Sun and moon, are truth it seems.

    if the human perception's doors are clean

    In every beauty truth is seen

    Truth is proud, to know so much

    Its every move has wisdom's touch.