Dear Zainab,
What were the eyes of the Prophet like
When his tears fell at your birthplace?
Where his lips couldn’t bear to tell Zahra
About the trials that you would face.

Dear Zainab,
How many fears did you hide
When Haider roared his last?
Did you long for the past, the past 
Where sadness was so far away?

Dear Zainab,
Who protected you on the road to Sham?
Where is Hassan? Where is Hussain?
Where are the wings of Abbas tonight?
Tell me what did they do to you
When the dust settled in Karbala?

Dear Zainab,
They tell me not to grieve
For I will never see a trail like you did.
But Zainab, how can I find ease
When evil brought you to your knees?