In the sacred realm of time's embrace,
Where Muharram's days find their place,
A journey starts, both mourn and reflect,
In solemn ways, hearts genuflect.

Amidst the echoes of ancient lore,
A tale unfolds, a truth to restore,
Where valor clashed with the oppressor's might,
In the battle's shadows, courage took flight.

A legacy kept, through ages long,
Preserving essence, a sacred song,
From whispered verses to silent scrolls,
The truth endures, as history unfolds.

Yet, some shadows seek to distort,
With veiled lies, they aim to exhort,
Fabrications woven into the fray,
To hide the truth, lead hearts astray.

But steadfast souls stay true and strong,
In the face of change, they right the wrong,
With wisdom gleaned from ancient art,
They guard the essence, they won't depart.

In moments dark, their light will shine,
Upholding sanctity, a sacred sign,
Through trials faced, they'll persevere,
To keep the truth forever near.

And as the cycles of time renew,
In Muharram's days, the story's true,
In hidden verses, hearts shall seek,
The timeless lessons they'll still speak.