Her grave in Damascus glows in splendour of shrine

Inviting people to Islam – the Pristine

Brought by the Prophet, her grandfather

Blossomed the Rule of Justice by Ali, her father

Lectured in the Mosque by Zahra, her mother

And irrigated by the Blood of Husain, her brother,

She resembled her father Ali

And her mother Fatema, in piety,

Unschooled but secrets of the Qur’an were with her,

Likewise Torah and Evangel were known to her;

What unseen to us, was seen by her,

She opened eyes in Qur'anic atmosphere

And grew up in the lap of Imamate's celestial culture,

She kept the tragedy of Karbala alive

And conveyed the Message of Brother wherever her drive.

She yet a child saw her mother engulfed in flames' flood

When she grew up saw her father’s sword-struck head.

Again she saw her brother Hasan vomiting blood

And in Karbala she was to relay the epic of blood.

Without Zainab Islam is lame

At Zainab rests Islam’s fame.

Right Faith is which Zainab directs

She is the daughter of the Path that Qur’an directs.

Patience was her word to societies free

As and like her father Ali.

In battles as sword of Ali fought

In the courts of tyrants her tongue like a sword fought.