Lovers of the AhlulBayt

Arbaeene Husseini

F.S — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 02:24:18 +0000

Bismillahi rahmani rahim,

Today is arbaeen. Condolences to all on this occasion, especially Hazrate Zainab…

Does anyone know whats going on in Karbala right now? TV was showing it live. alhamdulilah during New Years break I had the great fortune of vising Karbala. When I went, it wasn’t very crowded. Unlike Imam Reza (as)’s shrine, which is crammed with pilgrims year round, Imam Hussein (as) doesn’t get as many. But now, now on this day, Arbaeen, over two million people are in karbala to pay their respect to their Imam. right now, its so crowded there, millions are in beyn ul haramyn, crying, screaming, mourning. Ya Allah. Allahum arzogna ziyarat alHussein, hussein, hussein… Ya Allah, grant us the honor of visiting Hussein (as).

O People

F.S — Sun, 17 Feb 2008 16:32:52 +0000

بسم الله الرحمن الرحیم

Salam Aleikom,

This very sad maddahi was recited by haj abdolreza helaali. At the beginning, it starts with Hazrate Zainab (as) telling the people of her father’s sorrow and grief, telling them how they have wronger her dear father. Then, it moves on with Imam Ali (as) himself telling the people what hardships he has been through, and that they have done nothing but make his job harder. You can find the nowha in the “Box” section under the name of “O People”

Again, sorry for the translation, forgive me if i’ve made any mistakes, and pray that Allah (swt) may accept this for His (swt) ahlulbayt (as)

از شماها خیری ندیده مردم مردم

دیگه از زندگی سیره مردم مردم

دوست داره دیگه بمیره مردم مردم

زهراشو ازش گرفتید مردم مردم

کی میگه اهل بهشتید مردم مردم

پدرم کسی نداره مردم مردم

غربت از چشماش میباره مردم مردم

شما قلبشو شکستید مردم مردم

تو کوچه دستشو بستید مردم مردم

اون که یار بی کسا بود مردم مردم

نفس بی نفسها بود مردم مردم

شبها زنده داری میکرد مردم مردم

یتیمها رو یاری میکرد مردم مردم

هیچکسی رواون نیازرد مردم مردم

براتون غذا میاورد مردم مردم

حال بابا دیدنی مردم مردم

دیگه بابام رفتنیه مردم مردم

پدرم غربت کشیده مردم مردم

از شماها خیری ندیده مردم مردم

حالا ببین امیر المومنین به دنیا چی میگه، به این مردم چی میگه…

گوش بده به حرف سینم دنیا دنیا

اخه داغ داره مدینم دنیا دنیا

دیگه از زندگی سیرم دنیا دنیا

دعا کن تا که بمیرم دنیا دنیا

وقتی زهرام شد شهیده دنیا دنیا

خندم روهیچ کی ندیده دنیا دنیا

بشنو حرف آخرم را دنیا دنیا

بسته ام بار سفر را دنیا دنیا

He has seen no goodness from you, o people, o people

He’s tired of this life, o people, o people

All he wants is to die now, o people, o people

You took his Zahra from him, o people, o people

How do you say you are people of heaven? O people, o people

My father is all alone, o people o people

Loneliness is pouring from his eyes, o people, o people

You broke his heart, o people, o people

You’ve turned against him, o people, o people

He, who was the companion of the lonely, o people, o people

He was the breath for the breathless, o people, o people

These nights he stays up all night, o people, o people

He takes care of the orphans, o people, o people

He never bothered anyone, o people o people

He even brought food for you, o people, o people

You should see my fathers’ health, o people o people

It looks like he’s ready to go, o people, o people

My father has always been lonely, o people o people

He’s never seen any good from you, o people, o people

Now what does our imam have to say to this world, to these people…

Listen to what my heart has to say, o people of the world

For I have been through such hardships in this city, o people of the world

I’m tired of this life, o people of the world

Pray that I may die, o people of the world

When my Zahra became a martyr, o people of the world

No one has seen me laugh again, o people of the world

Listen to these last words of mine, o people of the world

I am packed and ready for a long journey, o people of the world

Princess of the best

F.S — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 03:54:54 +0000

بسم الله الرحمن الرحیم

Salam Aleikom,

This is a maddahi by seyed javad zaker, may his soul rest in peace. It is about Hazrate Roqayye bentul hussein (as). Forgive me for the terrible translation, the whole maddahi was adjectives and they’re pretty hard to translate. I can’t think of anything else to say now, except that i might be updating this later to fix some problems. Oh, and you can find the nowha in the “videos”which is to the left, you can use the little arrows to move left and right. under the title “seyed zaker – roqayeh bentul”

Please pray for me

Wassalam

شهزاده ی خیرٌ نساء رقیه بنت الحسین رقیه بنت الحسین

دخت شهید کربلا رقیه بنت الحسین رقیه بنت الحسین

آیینه ی زینب نما رقیه بنت الحسین رقیه بنت الحسین

عشقم تویی ماهم تویی دلدار دلخواهم تویی

دلداده ی رب من و معشوق اللهم تویی

دنیایه ما اغماءِ ما رقیه بنت الحسین رقیه بنت الحسین

دیوان تویی عرفان تویی دلبر تویی جانان تویی شمع دل ویران تویی

حاکم تویی سلطان تویی محبوبه یزدان تویی دیواته عشق و وفا رقیه بنت الحسین رقیه بنت الحسین

شیر بیابان بلا عشق تمام اولیا مهر و صفا ماه وفا میخانه عشق خدا غمخانه ی کرب و بلا

مظلومه ی دشت بلا مقتوله ی جور و جفا رقیه بنت الحسین رقیه بنت الحسین

ساقی تویی ساغر تویی جانان تویی دلبر تویی سحرا تویی حیدر تویی بهتر تویی برتر تویی

مستی تویی کوثر تویی سلطان کجا ویرانهها می خانه ای دلداده و جانانه ای شمع دل ویرانه ای یار دل دیوانه ای ریحانه ای دردانه ای هم دلبر و هم دلربا رقیه بنت الحسین رقیه بنت الحسین

عشق دله دیوانهها قدرش نداند جز خدا هستی بگوید یک صدا رقیه بنت الحسین

رقیه بنت الحسین رقیه بنت الحسین

Princess of the best of ladies, roqayyeh, daughter of Hussein, roqayyeh, daughter of Hussein

Daughter of the martyr of Karbala, roqayyeh, daughter of Hussein, roqayyeh, daughter of Hussein

Mirror of zainabs image, roqayyeh, daughter of Hussein, roqayyeh, daughter of Hussein

You’re my love, you’re my moon, you’re the owner of my heart, the most wanted of my heart

You’re in love with my Lord, and His loved one

Our world, our existence, roqayyeh, daughter of Hussein, roqayyeh, daughter of Hussein

You are poetry, you are spirituality, you’re the sweetest, you are life, the candle in the heart of the desolate

You are king, you are the sultan, you are the beloved of God, the queen of love and trust, roqayyeh, daughter of Hussein, roqayyeh, daughter of Hussein

The lionness of the desert of calamity, the love of all the greats, kindness and perfection, the moon of trust, the winehouse of love, the story of Karbala’s sorrow

Oppressed daughter of the desert of misfortune, slaughtered by the hand of oppression, roqayyeh, daughter of Hussein, roqayyeh, daughter of Hussein

You are the cupbearer and the cup, you are the loved one, you are the charming, you are the desert, you are the better and the best

You are intoxication, the fountain of kauthar, O lost ones, tell me now, who is your master?

You are the winehouse, you the owner of our hearts; you are the beloved, candle for the heart of lost souls, companion of the enamored spirit

You are the flower, you are the unique one, both charming and enchanting, O roqayyeh, daughter of Hussein, roqayyeh, daughter of Hussein

Love of the heart of the besotted, no one knows of your true value but God, the whole of existence is chanting with one voice, roqayyeh, daughter of Hussein, roqayyeh, daughter of Hussein

Agham Agham

F.S — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 00:11:58 +0000

بسم الله الرحمن الرحیم

This very touching maddahi(nowha) has been recited by haj abdolreza Helali (his picture can be seen below or in the “Pictures” section which can be found at the top of the page). It is for Imam Hussein (as) and Imam Zaman, may Allah (swt) hasten his return. It first tells Imam Hussein of our love for him (as), then turns to our master, Imam Mahdi (aj), questioning him of his whereabouts. I do apologize greatly for doing such a wrong to this beautiful nowha, and also to our Imams (as & aj). May they be pleased.

You can find this nowha in the “Box” section, under the name of “Agham Agham”. It’s mp3 so if you click on it, it should play it right there for you. If you cannot find it, or it won’t play, or if you have any other difficulties, you can either leave a message on this post, in the “Guest Book” (located at the top of the page).

May your prayers be accepted, and please do pray for me.

Ma Salama

آقام آقام آقام آقام آقام

صورتم را به کربلا میکنم

از ته دل تو را صدا میزنم

نمازم را به گنبد و حرم و

پیکر بیسر اقتدا میکنم

آقام آقام آقام آقام آقام

تو مدینه مهمون فاطمه ای

یا که امشب زایر القمه ای

تو که امشب رفتی به شهر دمشق

به زیارت زینب بانوی عشق

تو که امشب تو حرم رفتی

به عیادت رقیه ام رفتی

تو بگو امشبو کجا رفتی

به بقی با به سامرا رفتی

تو که رفتی به روزه ای غمگین

تو بقی با صدای با صدای ام بنین

آقام آقام آقام آقام آقام

من به جز تو که هیچ کس ندارم

خودمو پای گنبدت میارم

سرمو روی نیزه ای میزارم

توی سهن قشنگ تو میکارم

آقام آقام آقام آقام آقام

Oh my master, my master

I face your karbala

I’m calling you from the bottom of my heart

And praying behind your golden dome, and shrine

And your headless body

Oh my master, my master

Are you in madina, visiting your mother Zahra…

Or are you a pilgrim at the river of alqame…

Have you gone to the city of Damascus tonight?

To call on Zainab, the Lady of Love

Or have you gone to the haram tonight?

To pay a visit to my Roqaye

Tell me, where have you gone tonight?

Is it to baqi or Samarra that you have gone tonight?

Or have you gone to a sorrowful mourning session,

With the voice of Umm Banin

Oh my master, my master

I have no one but you my master,

I bring myself to the foot of your shrine

And put my head on a spear for you

Planting it in your beautiful temple

Oh my master, my master

In the Tent with Tearful Eyes

F.S — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 22:27:02 +0000

بسم الله الرحمن الرحیم

This latmiya is recited by seyyed majeed bani fateme.

It is said on account of Hazrate Zainab (as), when she asked her children to go fight and help their uncle.

Inshallah you may like it, and the translation will have gotten the meaning across, at least.

Inshallah it will be accepted by Allah (swt) and the ahlulbayt (as)

You can find it to the right side (or at the bottom) of the page, under the name of “in the tent with tearful eyes”

برید عزیزهای مادر کفن به تن کنید اینجا که شد دلم پر خون

تو کربلای غریبی رسیده نوبت رزم و جنگهای مردونتون

بارون زیر چادرم بدرقه ی راهتون شراره ی نگاهتوی

تو خیمه با گریه دست گلهای غریب میخونم براتون دعای ام الیجیب

منی که بارون چشمهام شبیه ابر بهاری تو اوج غم میباره

میخوام برای حسینم شما را هدیه بیارم که یاوری نداره

داییتون رو قسم بدین به جون زهرا مادرش تا بزار شهید بشید مثل علی اکبرش

نذارید که دست رد به سینتون بزن قبول شماها اوج غرور من

تو خیمه با گریه دست گلهای غریب میخونم براتون دعای ام الیجیب

Go mothers dearest ones, wear your coffins tonight, for my heart is full of sorrow

Here, in this lonesome land, it is your time to be men and fight,

The rain from under my chador shall accompany you to the battle fields, for you are the heart of Karbala

In the Tents, with tearful eyes, hand in hand with my small flowers, I shall pray for you

I, whose eyes have been crying for so long in grief, like a spring storm

I want to offer you to my Hussein, for he has no companions

Swear your uncle to the name of his mother, so that he may let you become martyrs, just like his Ali Akbar

Whatever you do, don’t let him send you back, for your acceptance by him shall be the height of my pride

In the Tents, with tearful eyes, hand in hand with my small flowers, I shall pray for you

Don’t blink; your tearful eyes hurt

F.S — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 22:52:43 +0000

بسم الله الرحمن الرحیم

This is a latmiyya from Seyyed Mahdi Mirdamad.

I thought it to be very touching when I heard it and instantly thought

to share it here on this site. Inshallah you can feel the depth and

meaning behind the words of this poem, and the love for the Ahlulbayt (as).

I think this poem might be intended to be the words of Hazrate Zainab (as)

but I’m not sure. The part at the end where the reciter says

“Who has made me an orphan” is usually said from Hazrate Roqayyeh (as).

Again, i’m not sure. Please do forgive me, for the rough translation and

worse explanation (I have explained it a bit at the end).

Inshallah Imam Hussein (as) may help me improve with my translation.

You can find it in the “BOX” which is located at the right side of the screen.

If you don’t see it there it might have “fallen” to the bottom of the screen.

Thats what happens if the connection isn’t fast enough,

or if the computer screen isn’t large enough.

Inshallah if I find any better themes for the site I will change it so

this won’t be a problem, and people won’t get confused.

Do pray for us

پلکی مزن که چشم ترت درد می کند، پروا مکن که بال و پرت درد میکند

میدانم اینکه بعد تماشای اکبرت، ذخمی که بود بر جگرت درد میکند

با من بگو که داغ برادر چکار کرد، آیا هنوز هم کمرت درد میکند؟

مانند چوب خواهش بوسه نمی کنم، آخر لبان خشک و ترت درد میکند

لبهای تو کبودتر از روی مادر است، یعنی که سینه پدرت درد میکند

میخواستم که تنگ در آغوش گیرمت، یادم نبود که ذخم سرت درد میکند

کمتر به اسب نیزه سوار و پیاده شو ، از حجمههای سنگ سرت درد میکند

من الذی ایتمنی، تو هستی و عشق منی

من الذی ایتمنی، از چه تو خونین دهنی؟ مثل خودم بیکفنی

Don’t blink; your tearful eyes are hurting, Don’t fly; your wings and feathers are hurt

I know that after watching your Akbar go, The wound that was on your heart, hurts

Tell me what the sorrow of loosing your brother did to you, Is it true that your back still hurts?

I won’t be like the wood to ask you for a kiss, I understand that your dry and cracked lips hurt

Your lips are even more bruised than mothers face, This is why your father is in pain

I wanted to hug you so tight to me, I had forgotten that the wound on your head hurts

Don’t go atop the tall spears, Your head is hurting from the size of the stones

Who has made me an orphan? You are my existence and my love

Who has made me an orphan? Why are your lips bloody… Are you, too, coffin less?

—

A bit of an explanation, as this doesn’t make much sense in English, I thought it a loss for it not to be explained more because its truly beautiful.

Don’t blink; your tearful eyes are hurting – here, he tells Imam Hussein, not to blink, not to continue looking for his eyes have seen too much already (which is why he is crying)

Don’t fly; your wings and feathers are hurt - Don’t leave us to fight yet, you’re too exhausted to go to the battle field.

I know that after watching your Akbar go, The wound that was on your heart, hurts – i don’t think this part needs much explanation, its quite clear. the wound that was on his (as) heart from watching all the others go hurts even worse.

Tell me what the sorrow of loosing your brother did to you, Is it true that your back still hurts? - Here he speaks of the pain of Imam Hussein (as) loosing his brother, Hazrate Abbas and burying him – does his back still hurt from the pain of carrying the loss on his back and also burying him?

I won’t be like the wood to ask you for a kiss, I understand that your dry and cracked lips hurt – I didn’t understand this at first myself, and I asked about it a bit. Apparently, when they took Imam Hussein (as)’s blessed head to show, he would begin to recite Quran, and so they put the wood to his (as) mouth to stop him from reciting, and in this way he kissed the wood, but the reciter says i won’t ask you for that, because i know your cracked lips hurt too much.

I wanted to hug you so tight to me, I had forgotten that the wound on your head hurts- again i don’t think this needs much explanation

Don’t go atop the tall spears, Your head hurts from the size of the stones - here, he asks Imam Hussein (as) not to go atop the spears so much, because his (as) head hurts so much from the size of the stones they throw at him (as), but of course, this is impossible

Who has made me an orphan? You are my existence and my love – here, by who has made me an orphan he means who has murdered Imam Hussein (as)

Who has made me an orphan? Why are your lips bloody… Are you, too, coffin less? - again, i don’t think this needs much of an explanation.

Congratulations

F.S — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 20:26:00 +0000

بسم ا‏للّه الرحمن الريم

Congratulations on the anniversary of the wedding of Hazrate Fatimah and Imam Ali (as)

Peace be on their blessed souls

Gham Makhor

F.S — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 19:21:38 +0000

بسم ا‏للّه الرحمن الريم

This latmiya is about 6 month old Ali Asghar (as), the youngest shaheed in Karbala

The title is “Gham Makhor” (Don’t be sad). I hope I may have conveyed at least a bit of the feeling behind this amazing latmiya.

“You can find it in the video box “Ya Ahlulbayt” under the name of “Gham Makhor

Eltemase Dua

غم مخور ای راحت اهل حرم من ترا بر دست زهرا بسپارم

غم مخور ای قوت قلب رباب می دهد زهزا ز کوثر بر تو آب

وای، علی اسغرم

غم مخور جز تو کسی قابل نبود بی تو حج کربلا کامل نبود

غم مخور مادر پریشانت شده فاطمه گهواره جنبانت شده

غم مخور ای کودک معصومه من می شود قنداق بر جسمت کفن

وای، علی اسغرم

غم مخور نامت صفای کربلاست دست دعای کوچکت مشکل گشاست

غم مخور ای روی تو دنیای ناز پشت خیمه بر تو می خوانم نماز

غم مخور صید خوارچ می شوی تا عبد باب الحواءج می شوی

غم مخور ای روی تو دنیای ناز پشت خیمه بر تو می خوانم نماز

وای، علی اسغرم

مستی از می نیست از لعل لبهای اسغر است

اسغر ارباب ما از کل عالم اکبر است

مسجد الاحرام دل ملک علی اسغر است

گر چه شش ماهه بود لکن به پیران افضل است

نقش بر پیشانیش چون که گل احساس بود در فنون رزم استادش عمو عباس بود

وای، علی اسغرم

Don’t be sad, o comforter for the people of the haram, I shall leave you to Zahra’s hand

Don’t be sad, o hope of the heart of Robab, Zahra shall feed you water from the fountain of kauthar

O my Ali AsgharDon’t be sad, no one is important but you, without you the pilgrimage to Karbala would be nothing,

Don’t be sad, you’re worrying your mother, Fatimah is rocking your cradle

Don’t be sad, o my innocent child, your blanket shall become your coffin

O my ali AsgharDon’t be sad, your name is the pride of karbala, your tiny hands cause so much sorrow

Don’t be sad, o your face is so sweet, behind the tents I shall say prayers on you

Don’t be sad, you shall become prey to the khavarej, you’ll be baab al hawa’ej forever

Don’t be sad, o your face is so sweet, behind the tents I shall say prayers on you

O my ali AsgharIntoxication is not from wine, its from the jewel of Asghars lips,

Our master Asghar is greater in status than the whole universe

The masjed al ahram of our hearts belongs to Ali Asghar

He was only 6 months, but he was greater than any wise aged man

On his forehead was the mark of a beautiful flower,

His teacher in sword fighting was uncle abbas

ديوونه

F.S — Tue, 11 Dec 2007 22:33:47 +0000

بسم اللّه الرحمن الرحيم

This latmiya is called “Divoone” (insane) by Seyed Zaker, may he rest in peace inshallah. He passed away recently from cancer in his throat. He had it for a while, and continued reciting nontheless. Allah bless him Inshallah. This latmiya has touched the hearts of many of us, and i’m sure anyone who hears it can understand the depth beneath the words, and again do forgive the injustice of my translation. You can find it in the video box titled “Divoone”

اگه ديوونه نديده‏ای به ما ميگن ديوونه

اگه ديوونه شنيده‏ای به ما ميگن ديوونه

من هم يه روز عاقل بودم عشق تو مجنونم كرد

ز شهر عقل و عاقلها يك باره بيرونم كرد

به جرم عشق و عاشقی به ما ميگن ديوونه

بزار ملامت بكنن يه خوب و بد ميمونه

دل من از روز عزل اثير يك نگاه

حسينُ دوست داره مگه خاطرخواهی گناهه

ديوونه‏ی حسينم و ويرونه‏ی حسينم

خراب و مست گوشه‏ی می خونه‏ي حسينم

دل هر كی با ياری خوشه يار دل ما حسين

ترانه‏ای كه دلو ميبره صدای يا حسينِ

عقل از سر من پريده و ديوونگی جا گرفته

حرف اگه داری با خدا بزن عقلمو خدا گرفته

من هم يه روز عاقل بودم عشق تو مجنونم كرد

ز شهر عقل و عاقلها يك باره بيرونم كرد

هر كی عاقله غمی داره روزگار در همی داره

عاشق نشدی نميدونی ديوونگی عالمی داره

بهشتِ من حسينِ و سرشتِ من حسينِ

نوشته‏ی كتاب سر نوشته من حسينِ

دل من از روز عزل اثير يك نگاه

حسينُ دوست داره مگه خاطرخواهی گناهه

ديوونه‏ی حسينم و ويرونه‏ی حسينم

خراب و مست گوشه‏ی می خونه‏ي حسينم

If you have never seen a maniac,

thats what they call us

If you’ve heard the term “lunatic”,

thats what they call us.

I was once sane too, your love made me crazy

It banned me from the city of the sane.

They call us crazy, for the crime of love

Let them mock, in the end there will only be the good and the bad

From the very beginning, my heart has been caged but for a simple acknowledgement

It loves Hussein, since when is wanting a crime?

I’m crazy for Hussein, and I’m lost in his love

I’m messed up and drunk in a corner of Husseins wine house

Everones heart needs a companion, the companion of our hearts is hussein

The melody that takes the heart away is the sound of “Ya Hussein”

My mind has left me, and insanity has taken its place

If you have anything to say, say it to God, he has taken my sanity

I was once sane too, your love made me crazy

It banned me from the city of the sane.

Anyone who is sober is sorrowful and has a chaotic life

You’ve never been in love before to know insanity has a world of its own

My heaven is Hussein and my existance is Hussein

In my book of fate all that has been written is “Hussein”

From the very beginning, my heart has been caged but for a simple acknowledgement

It loves Hussein, since when is wanting a crime?

I’m crazy for Hussein, and I’m lost in his love

I’m messed up and drunk in a corner of Husseins wine house

سینه و مسمار در

F.S — Tue, 11 Dec 2007 15:57:52 +0000

بسم اللّه الرحمن الرحيم

This is the first latmiyya we are posting. you can find it in the “BOX” , under the name of “A Chest and the nails of a door”. To listen to it you must download the file. The recitor is Abdolreza Helali

سینه و مسمار در هیهات یا رب الحسین مادری در پشت در هیهات یا رب الحسین

یک طرف یک مادر و سمت دگر هفتاد مرد، او کشد شال کمر هیهات یا رب الحسین

یک طرف یک شعله و یک آتش از سوی عدو، آن طرف چشم پدر هیهات یا رل الحسین

این طرف یک ضربه از پای عدوی فاطمه، آن طرف سقط پسر هیهات یا رب الحسین

این طرف یک بازو و یک ذخم از ضرب غلاف، آن طرف اشک پدرهیهات یا رب الحسین

این طرف چشمان خون بار پدر از آن طرف زینب خونین جگر هیهات یا رب الحسین

سیلی یک مادر و گرد و غبار کوچه ها، مادر نیلی به سر هیهات یا رب الحسین

غربت یک مادر و قبر پدر درنیمه شب، گریه بر قبرپدر هیهات یا رب الحسین

صورت طفل و کف پای ترکدارقمر، مجتبی و چشم تر هیهات یا رب الحسین

زینب و یاد وصیتهای مادر در کفن، بی کفن شد یک پسر هیهات یا رب الحسین

غسل زیر پیراهن در نیمه شبها ای خدا، یک شهید بی اثر هیهات یا رب الحسین

قبر مادر گشت پنهان از نگاه اشقیان، گشت مفقود الاثر هیهات یا رب الحسین

سینه و مسمار در هیهات یا رب الحسین مادری در پشت در هیهات یا رب الحسین

A chest and the nails of the door, Lo, O Lord of Hussein, a mother behind the door, Lo, O Lord of Hussein,

On one side is a mother and on the other 70 men, She pulls at her shawl Lo, O Lord of Hussein,

On one side a flame and a fire from the enemy, on the other side the eyes of a father, Lo, O Lord of Hussein,

On this side, a kick from the foot of the enemy, on the other the miscarriage of a son, Lo, O Lord of Hussein,

On this side an arm and a wound from the strike of a scabbard, on the other the tear of a father, Lo, O Lord of Hussein,

On this side, the blood streaked eyes of a father, on the other side a broken hearted zaynab, Lo, O Lord of Hussein,

The slap of a mother and the stirring of the dust in the street, a mother with a purple face, Lo, O Lord of Hussein

The loneliness of a mother and a fathers grave in the middle of the night, tears on the fathers grave, Lo, O Lord of Hussein

A child’s face and the cracked feet of qamar, mojtaba and wet eyes, Lo, O Lord of Hussein

Zaynab and the memories of a mothers will in the coffin, a son has become coffin less, Lo, O Lord of Hussein

The ablutions under a shirt in the middle of the night, O Lord, a martyr became traceless, Lo, O Lord of Hussein

The mothers grave was hidden from the eyes of the traitors, she became untraceable, Lo, O Lord of Hussein

A chest and the nails of the door, Lo, O Lord of Hussein, a mother behind the door, Lo, O Lord of Hussein,

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Forgive me if the translation isn’t perfect, and i’m sure i have done a great injustice to this latmiya with my translation, but I pray it may have some affect.

Recitor: Abdolreza Helaali