I see your tents, pitched upon the banks of the Euphrates, yet you are denied a single drop of water. I see the women of prophethood, their veils snatched, their children crying out: ‘O thirst! O Uncle Abbas!’ I see Al-Abbas, the moon of the Hashimites, rushing into the water, only to be struck down while his hands were cut, refusing to drink while his brother Husayn remained thirsty.
"How can I not weep for you, when the pens of destiny have written upon my forehead the eternal separation from you? How can I not express my grief, when the news of the trampling of your body by horses was delivered to my ears? ziyarat nahiya english translation
I see Husayn, alone on the sands. His sword, Zulfiqar , is shattered. His body is pierced by seventy-two arrows, thirty-three stabs of spears, and thirty-four strikes of swords. He falls to the ground, whispering: ‘Is there any helper to help me? Is there any protector to protect the sanctity of the Messenger?’ I see your tents, pitched upon the banks