Some part of Ziarat of Nahie :
The enemy then surrounded you from all sides,
weakened you by inflicting wounds,
prevented you from taking any repose,
and you had no helper remaining.
You were bereaved yet patient,
defending your women and children,
until they caused you to fall from your horse.
You fell to the ground, wounded,
horses trampled you with their hooves,
tyrants raised their swords against you,
the sweat of death appeared on your forehead,
and you continually clenched and unclenched your hands,
secretly gazing upon your caravan and tents,
while trapped by yourself away from your children and family.
(At that time,) your horse distractedly galloped towards your camp, neighing and crying.
When the women saw your horse distraught,
and observed your saddle contorted,
they came from the tents,
disheveling their hair,
striking their now unveiled cheeks,
calling you by lamenting and wailing,
being humiliated after being honored,
hastening to where you lay wounded.
At that time Shimr (L) was sitting on your chest,
quenching his sword with (the blood of) your throat,
grabbing your beard with his hand,
as he slew you with his sword.
Your faculties faded,
your breath became shallow and ceased,
and your head was raised onto a spear.
Your family were captured like slaves,
bound with iron chains atop camels,
with midday heat scorching their faces.
They were driven across deserts and wastelands,
with their hands chained to their necks,
and were paraded around the markets.
Woe be unto the wicked transgressors!
Certainly, by killing you, they have killed Islam
