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Ya as-sayyid Sajjadina
O\' our dear leader, Jewel of believers
Why are you so silent? your voice you never rise
Your family was martyred right before you eyes

Ali ibnal Husayn

Yabnal Husayn they ask why are you greiving
Yaqob lost one son, then lost his vision from weeping
Yabnal Husayn your family martyred for believing
O\' our dear Imam we don\'t know what your feeling

Ali ibnal Husayn

In the desert sands you march
Your thirsty lips are parched
They treated you so harsh
Blood dripping from your chained hands
Stains the the sand red
But this is not the reason for the tears that you shed
On the top of that spear is your fathers head

Ali ibnal Husayn

Grandson of Ali, Grandson of Zahra
O\' son of Mecca, O\' son of Kabaa
Between hope and pain
O\' son of Safa
Your family was slain on the plains of Karbala

Ali ibnal Husayn

In Madina you serve anyone mistreated
The crippled and the weak
The hungry you feed them
If they offer you a drink
Your heart starts bleeding
The thought of arrow shots Abbas was receiving

Ali ibnal Husayn

O\' ornament of worshippers
The Psalms you left they nurture us
For the sick, homeless, oppressed and all of us soul searchers
We\'re crying and distressed
A life of tragedy
Yet is was so blessed, Ya Ali, tranquility

Ali ibnal Husayn