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43 Anonymous : On the Morn of Muharram Wake up my friends; for the morn of Qiama has arrived It is the month of Muharram The crescent of grief has appeared The month of mourning has arrived Muharram is the month of tears Muharram is the month of blood Bodies are shredded And the desert is a garden of blood The crescent of grief has appeared The month of mourning has arrived The creation is sad and in mourning It is the month: When Husain was martyred When the eyes of 'Ali shed blood The crescent of grief has appeared The month of mourning has arrived Husain sacrificed for thee path of Islam His head is on the spear His body is on the ground The crescent of grief has appeared The month of mourning has arrived The arms of 'Abbas were cut in this month The three-edged arrow settled in the parched throat of little Asghar The crescent of grief has appeared The month of mourning has arrived Zainab will hug the dust of thee dungeon in this month Thee innocent face of Sakina will be Bruised in this month The crescent of grief has appeared The month of mourning has arrived.* 30 L.

Where you? Where? Where have the rainbows perished to?5 Where rainbows perished? Where rainbows? Where? Why does the city look so dark? Why city dark?10 Why dark? Why? I've lost the orange and the violet of the rainbow. Orange and violet of rainbow. Lost rainbow. Lost. What should be done with the silent confusion? What with silent confusion? With silent confusion? What?20 I used to stand under the big tall tree. Stand under big tall tree. Stand under tree. Stand.

And wonder at the magic of the colors.25 Wonder at magic of colors. Magic of colors. 46 Magic. What have they done to the echoes? What done to echoes?30 What to echoes? What? Have they eventually dissolved in nothingness? Eventually dissolved in nothingness? Dissolved in nothingness?35 Nothingness?* *Ms. Farah Yeganeh herself contributed this poem to this volume. 47 Previous…