The Last Plea of a Sinner

Do not place flowers on my grave nor sprinkle water

For Hussein did not have either on his grave

Do not place ordinary dust in my grave

But place the dust of Karbala under and above me

Before sealing my grave with the last handful of dust

Place the ultimate Museeba on my grave and allow me to resonate the call of Ya Hussein from beneath!

As you lay my body in the earthly hole

Allow me to sniff the purified air of Karbala

Keep my hands free to lament over my beloved master

And let my eyes weep bloody tears over Hussein till the Day of Judgment

Perhaps then these tears can purify my sins with the final Ghusl

And relief the fire on my body

Before praying Salat Al-Wahshat on me

Pray for Imam Hussein whose body was left for three days without burial

Oh Allah, permit me to visit my Hussein on every Ashura

In my state of death and in purgatory

Give me a break from the squeezing of the grave

So I can squeeze the children of Hussein in my arms

Give me a recess from the fire lit on my body

So I can go put out the fire from the tents of Hussein

Allow my feet to stand steadfast on the Siraat

So I can carry the daughter of Hussein and spare her foot from the heat of the desert

Oh Allah, place my book in my right hand

And leave my left hand free to sacrifice like Abbas did

Oh Allah when the weight of my bad deeds exceed the good

Allow me to transfer the difference to the killers of Hussein

That is one good deed that I can present on the Day of Judgment

For it will only grant them more curse and damnation!

That would be my gift to them in addition to my Lain prayers

Forever my tongue will seek their eternal damn and absolute doom!

Whether my residence be Hell or Heaven,

Permit me to witness live broadcast of the Ultimate Castigation

Of the five guilty defendants in the case of Hussein’s Murder

Along with all those who agreed with or without silence

Allow me to entertain myself in the midst of punishment

By putting out an atom's worth of fire for love of Hussein

Oh Allah despite the strength of the fire's heat on my body in Hell-Fire

Make the heat of misery of my heart over Hussein's tragedy be greater!

For that heat of fire over Hussein is apt to eat up any surrounding blazes

And perhaps save my neighbor suffering beside me!

Oh Allah, if my body roasts and toasts in the barbecue of Hell

Spare my heart which is burning incessantly over Museebat Al-Hussein

Grant me a sip of cold water from the Pool of Kauthar to put out the fire not on my body

But on the heart which lives by Hussein and through Hussein

But before giving me that sip of water,

Allow me to take a recess from Hell and quench the thirst of Hussein’s orphans

Before my skin burns and is replaced with another layer

Allow me to touch the shrine of Hussein for purification

Permit me to seek refuge inside the cage encompassing Hussein's grave

Let that position be my eternal abode be it castigation or reward!

Source:nislamicinsights.com

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