This poem was recited in the Hussainiya of Aqila Al-Talibiyyin (PBUH), State of Kuwait on the occasion of Eid Al-Ghadir 2018. Haven’t you seen that after the day of Muhammad, we were afflicted with the claim that we are people of apostasy and that we rejected the Muslims as a group and that we were not from the people of Taha and our companions and that our money and blood are lawful if we do not pledge allegiance to the dissenters? Suppose we are people of misguidance as they claimed, and suppose we are nothing but people of innovation, and suppose we are enemies Glory be to Him! Are the friends of Allah the Al-Ulya family? Are the trustees of Allah the worshippers of other than Him? Or is revelation given to kings for a fee? Is the mind in the turban? And in the beard when the eyes are squinted when verifying? Why were Rashid and Maytham crucified in Kufan? Why did Saffin lie when Khuzaymah told the truth? And who killed al-Kindi, Hijr and his companions on the meadow of Udhra? Ask, may my nation be your ransom. And did Jundab kill al-Zahra and disappear? Until he ruled between Fayd and Mecca, or Al-Ashtar, he seized the caliphate from its people, to protect Islam from every temptation, until the matter of the caliphate became loose, so the bee venom killed him in a way that was not loose. Did Ammar die a natural death, or did the creeps of the pass kill them all? We abandoned the rights of God, then our rights, and we sought harmony between Hind and Hamzah, and we said, “We are the sons of Islam, we and others.” But we, O people, are the sons of a disease. Sultan Ajl ibn Murrah did not leave, and we are none other than Malik ibn Nuwayrah. Indeed, Uzza has returned as a god over mankind. But with the robes of kings, men of God have become adorned and stingy, until they were replaced by every noble woman in the land. And the camel of Abraha’s elephant returned. So the destruction of the House of God was not possible except with a mule. And these are the sons of the world, with the concern of its life, trying. A matter between shame and ruggedness, a herd without a shepherd, and if it is grazed, it becomes a rabble on the heels of every mount, so neither humiliation nor wealth is disgraceful for it, nor for poverty if it is chaste, and an age in which mothers have gray hair, and shameful things have been revealed to them, it is safe, then it prays, and the last few are religious, for they are miracles, take it easy, rather, above the shoulders it is elevated, and the tails of horses are mute, even if they are proud, but if they are tightened on The oud sang, its pearls are filled with the poison of the cup, youth has brought me down. Tell me that death is the loss of loved ones. Treat me after separation with poetry and tears. This picture is enough for you, my illness and my loneliness. Grant me the life of memories and their ecstasy. For man is nothing but a longing after the youthful infatuation of the beauty of youth in life, the union of loved ones and the beauty of youth between nobility and ambition. If they are lost, then man is the traces of the past, the estrangement of the living, and the awaiting of death.