الگمر جسام | علي البركي | محرم الحرام 1448 هـ

Al-Gamr Jassam | Ali Al-Baraki | Muharram 1448 AH Reciter: Ali Al-Baraki Poet: Haider Al-Ghadibi 📍Republic of Iraq — Al-Muthanna — Al-Warka - Near the Hanging Bridge 🔗 Official Accounts: YouTube:    / @ansar.alhujja   Facebook:   / ansar.alhujjaa   Instagram:   / ansar.alhujja   Telegram: https://t.me/ansar_hujja TikTok:   / ansar.alhujja   00:00 - The opening (As much as he was loyal and others carried his burden) 00:30 - His beauty is like rain, always a full moon, its light shining, Al-Qasim 01:15 - And all of his uncle hides your color, O Qasim, lest they envy you 01:54 - He imitates Al-Kifl a lot I saw him, his face was hot, his aunt loved him. 03:03 - When the sand showed its weariness, and when anger struck, he became even more handsome. 03:25 - And everyone shouted, "Abbas has come, the one who fled is dead!" 04:18 - The second moon for the deposit, he only needed a law. 05:03 - When he heard the talk of the distress, he dressed up, his armor shining. 05:17 - He shouted, "By my mother's honor, my life is a sacrifice for my uncle's feet!" 09:23 - He called out, "My death is sweeter to me than honey!" 1 - The End ............................. As much as he was loyal and carried others, his name was Abu Fadhil, his hands were like the tents of the moon, Jassam. .............................. His beauty was like rain, always a full moon, its light shining. Al-Qasim shines like the moon of Hashim, the same stance. I saw the light of dawn extinguish when he suddenly fell. His eyelashes were delicate, his walk was sweet, his soul was tender. And all of him was his uncle. Your color is included, Jassim, they don't envy you, may God bless you, my son, light from the moment you open your eyes. He imitates the guarantor, his love is like a burning ember, his aunt loves him, he shines even when the moon sleeps, Jassim. .............................. When he emerged, the sand's weariness was gone, and when anger struck, he appeared, the most beautiful thing they could reach was his sandal strap. All the soldiers fled from him, truly a beacon. Oh mother, the one who reached him is trampled, and everyone cried, "Abbas has come, the one who fled is dead!" He deserves his mother's weariness, and Ali al-Qasim is truly a man. He threw his hand when he struck, like the sheikh of men. His uncle is the second moon for the deposit, he only lacks the Sharia. The moon's arrows glared at him, Jassim. .............................. When he heard the call to arms, he dressed up, light shone in his armor. He ran like a tear, the call to arms of Hashim. He cried, "By my mother's honor, my life is a sacrifice for his feet!" My uncle, truly, the noble one is worthy of him, a man of Fatima. He stood in the hardship, the thankful one. His stance was respected, and when the blood was precious, it was sweet to the spear's throat. He called out, "Hussein, my darling, everything is cheap, and you are precious." The moon was captivated by his love, Jassam. .............................. A loyal and true friend, he took on the nature of the moon, Adnan. He quenched his thirst when he remained thirsty. His heart turned green, a king's heart, like a well. His tears spoke when they flowed. Thirst is proof of love. He proved his love. His heart turned gray from anger, for Zainab's heart was dry. Even when he entered Paradise, he wouldn't drink before his aunts. A loyal friend, and his equal was rare. The one whose name should be Jassam grew older. .............................. Carrying a moon that radiates goodness, he stood beside the moon, majestic. From the tents, his gray hair emerged. His height and heart were like the carpet of the sky. His clothes were the light of the throne. His features were like the day of war. Death loved him. He called out, "My death is sweeter than honey to me. I will die without the camp. My true life's dream is roses. In the middle of the tents, majestic, like the moon, emerged." His death was filled with dreams of the moon, Jassam