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Moharram - Season of the Dear Ones

Quick, get dressed in black
Days of mourning have approached

It ’s the season of dear ones
Once again Moharram’s turn

Let your heart - let weep blood
Let your hands beat your chest

Head towards the ocean
By your presence prepare the shore

Quick, get dressed in black
Days of mourning have approached
It ’s the season of dear ones
Once again Moharram’s turn
Sprinkle tears like rose water
The flower’s falling to ground
Fragrance of dear ones is smelt
Ali is hunched - sure

The pulse of the path is beating
Fragrance of the sun’s blood is felt
Muslim’s setting off to Koofa - seems to be certain
The month of blood and dust has come
Gushing of tears and water has come
The black banners have come
Karbala’s repeated once more

Sprinkle tears like rose water
The flower’s falling to ground
Fragrance of dear ones is smelt
Ali is hunched - sure

Whoever sought the ocean
Gained fame and became the shore
Forgets his laughter
To weeping becomes familiar

Quick, get dressed in black
Days of mourning have approached
It ’s the season of dear ones
Once again Moharram’s turn
Sprinkle tears like rose water
The flower’s falling to ground
Fragrance of dear ones is smelt
Ali is hunched - sure

Thirst and dehydration
Abbas is shaken
Though Euphrates is now Khaibar
Murtaza is determined

Then it was Hussein’s turn
Faces the battle front
The nine planets were in rage
The two worlds then shook

The sand in flares
The creation in rage
The sky roared
Isme Azam perishes

For the agony of Zahra
Maryam throws dust - look
With the agony of Khatam
Refreshes the grief of Adam


Quick, get dressed in black
Days of mourning have approached
It ’s the season of dear ones
Once again Moharram’s turn
Sprinkle tears like rose water
The flower’s falling to ground
Fragrance of dear ones is smelt
Ali is hunched - sure


Sprinkle tears like rose water
The flower’s falling to ground
Fragrance of dear ones is smelt
Ali is hunched - sure


For the agony of Zahra
Maryam throws dust - look
With the agony of Khatam
Refreshes the grief of Adam

Quick, get dressed in black
Days of mourning have approached
It ’s the season of dear ones
Once again Moharram’s turn
Sprinkle tears like rose water
The flower’s falling to ground
Fragrance of dear ones is smelt
Ali is hunched - sure


Iltemase Dua – Hayder Shirazi