Kitab-i-Badi/GPT4 567

O breeze, for a moment, pass by the abode of those noble ones,

Then tell them, when the Creator left your side, how did you remain in Medina?

Your beloved, like Hussein, is afflicted in the hands of enemies, On the land of Karbala, like Hussein.

One Hussein and a hundred thousand Yazids, One beloved and a hundred stubborn Abu Jahls.

Like Moses among the Egyptians, Or the Spirit of Allah among the deniers.

Like Joseph, fallen into a well, That well which had no end or path.