When he heard the screams of the children, he
cried out from the shrine to the slaughterhouse, "
Oh God, Zainab grew old from this grief
, her white hair became a lion from her mourning,
because they rose from the pit of blood, the
aunt was not recognized by anyones companions, they saw that they were
taking the companions captive, they were also looting the
tents, a
child was running with fire,
and Zainab Faghan was running after her, and the
cry of her oppressed children was crying, she ran everywhere,
oh screaming
."The other one tore off the leg of the Mughals,
Zainab came, cured his wound, cured his wound on the
other side, Sajjad in the fever of autumn,
on this side, Zainab relentlessly remembered
her, one or two of her children were lost, the
number of her children was reduced, the
caravan was finally ready, the
wine of sorrow was inflated in our hearts
, when he saw the head of the sun on the spear, he
struck his head and became official.
The
caravan was released, the caravan went in the evening, it was very strange, every
side of the fire was burning in the flames,
because three days had passed since the noon of Ashura
, the heat of Hijran was fresh in his heart,
I came and saw that the head of
Sayyid Jannat came to him without a shroud, an
opportunity came over him, he was shrouded, the body of the
brave companions was buried
, but the companions, he did not see the end story, he
did not see the wound of the heart, he did not see any cure, peace be upon him,
O oppressed and strange king, peace be upon him,
O safe verse of Yajib.
