\\\"The Talking Sword\\\" English Marthia by:Nouri Sardar, recited by Ali Fadhil. A poem from the point of view of Imam Ali (a.s.) after the death of Hazrat Fatima Zahra. Pictures by various artists. Poem Lyrics: For her Haidar cries, Fatima has died (2x\\\'s) And by you is your sword Oh lion of your Lord And by you is your sword Oh lion of your Lord Your Thulfiqar though it\\\'s unseen cries tears for her Asking you for vengeance please give it an answer It points toward the door that was burned by fire And asks you: \\\"Please let me avenge her, oh Haidar\\\" For her the sword cries, tears flow from it\\\'s eyes (2x\\\'s) To sorrow it\\\'s been called, Oh lion of your Lord To sorrow it\\\'s been called Oh lion of your Lord Haidar answers with his tears talking to the sword: \\\"Do not tempt me I must show patience to my Lord\\\" \\\"Though my patience is slowly dying oh my sword\\\" \\\"I can\\\'t use you to avenge her as I was told\\\" \\\"To draw you I yearn, In grief my heart burns\\\" (2x\\\'s) \\\"So draw me,\\\" says the sword Oh lion of your Lord \\\"So draw me,\\\" says the sword Oh lion of your Lord The sword says, \\\"Haider my eyes saw her when she screamed\\\" \\\"After the door crushed her, her rib broke as it seemed\\\" \\\"Oh Haidar to argue with you I do not mean\\\" \\\"But by the wall and door she was crushed in between\\\" \\\"How can you stand still when she has wailed?\\\" (2x\\\'s) \\\"Vengeance by me assured\\\" O lion of your Lord \\\"Vengeance by me assured\\\" O lion of your Lord Haidar with tears flowing, cries in his bravery \\\"Oh sword of the wall and door do not remind me\\\" \\\"For I remember the nail that pierced her body\\\" \\\"And I wish that in my hand oh sword you had been\\\" The sword begs \\\'Ali, \\\"In your hands raise me\\\" (2x\\\'s) \\\"Haidar answer my call\\\" Oh lion of your Lord \\\"Haidar answer my call\\\" Oh lion of your Lord Haider two things for vengeance are making a call For vengeance is asking from you the door and wall Still stained upon them is her blood that on them fell With their eyes they saw Zahra\\\'s rib broken and torn For justice they\\\'ve begged Since her blood was shed Even patience it cries, Oh lion of your Lord Even patience it cries, Oh lion of your Lord Show Less >>