Ziyarat Nahiya English Translation Guide
The Lament begins:
Attributed to the 12th Imam, Imam Muhammad al-Mahdi (AS), Ziyarat Nahiya (meaning "The Lamentation of the Afflicted One") is considered one of the most authentic and spiritually potent pilgrimages from a distance. Unlike physical pilgrimages to Karbala, Ziyarat Nahiya was composed during the Minor Occultation of Imam Mahdi (AS). At a time when the tyrants of the Abbasid dynasty forbade visiting the graves of the martyrs, the Imam taught his followers how to perform Ziyarat by reciting a text that transports the soul to the plains of Karbala.
As one scholar noted: "When you read Ziyarat Nahiya, you are not just reading history. You are standing on the sand dunes of Karbala, hearing the neighing of the horses and the cry of the thirsty child." May Allah grant us the ability to truly understand the weight of these words and to live by the principles for which Imam Husayn gave his life. ziyarat nahiya english translation
O Husayn, I bear witness that you are the light of the hearts and the life of the soul. If I was not there to help you in Karbala, and my hands were tied by the chains of time, then know that my heart weeps for you, my tongue curses your enemies, and my soul awaits the day of vengeance with your Qa’im (Imam Mahdi).
Until death separates me from the world, my love for you is my shield and my tear is my sword. The Lament begins: Attributed to the 12th Imam,
The Curse (La'an): O Allah, curse the tribe that killed Husayn. Curse those who gave the command, those who obeyed, those who tied the ropes of the tents, those who looted the saddles, and those who struck the holy face. O Allah, curse the killers of Husayn—from the first to the last—and drown them in the fire of Hell.
"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? As one scholar noted: "When you read Ziyarat
I see Ali al-Akbar, who resembled the Prophet Muhammad, charging into the battlefield. The spears pierced his chest, and he cried, ‘O Father! My grandfather’s greetings to you—he says: Come quickly, for the cup of martyrdom is full.’
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 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.
I see the head of the grandson of the Prophet, upon a spear, being paraded from alley to alley. I see the women of Karbala, barefoot and chained, entering the courts of Ibn Ziyad and Yazid.