I WAS IN THE DESERTS OF KERBALA A SMALL BUT SAD GRAIN OF SAND
THE BLOOD WITH WHICH I AM STAINED, HAS MADE MY VALUE SO GRAND (khaK e shafa)
I AM THAT UNFORTUNATE GRAIN ON WHICH HUSSIEN IBNE ALI MADE HIS LAST STAND
I CARRY A BURDEN DO YOU KNOW WHY,
BECAUSE ON ME DID FALL ABBAS IBNE ALI’S SEVERED HAND

I AM THE WIND THAT PASSED BY, ON THAT SAD AND PAINFUL DAY
I AM THE WIND , OH MANKIND WHAT I SAW, HOW CAN I SAY
IN ANGER I CRIED FOR I SAW WHAT WAS ON DISPLAY
I SAW THE BODY OF HUSSIEN ON THE RIVER BANKS,ALONE IT DID LAY

I AM THE SUN AND ON THAT DAY I WISH I DID NOT REMOVE THE NIGHT
I MUST BE TO BLAME FOR I TURNED THE DARKNESS THAT DAY INTO LIGHT
I WITNESSED BLOOD AND PAIN I WITNESSED ABBAS AND HUSSIENS LAST FIGHT
ON THAT DAY HOW I WISH I FELL AND THE WORLD WITH FLAMES I DID IGNITE

I AM THE STAR THAT GLARED OUT IN THE DARKNESS THAT DID PREVAIL
ALL THE TIME SINCE I WAS MADE I HAD ONLY SEEN AHLE MUHAMMED’S WOMEN VEILED
BUT THIS NIGHT THIS DAY I SAW MY IMAM HE WAS SICK AND HE WAS FRAIL
I AM IN PAIN ,I WANTED TO FALL AND DESTROY THIS WORLD WHEN THEY PULLED OFF ZAINAB’S VEIL

I AM FIRE, THEY USED ME TO SET UPON THE TENTS, WHERE ZAINAB AND THE CHILDREN DID DWELL
THEY USED ME TO SCARE MUHAMMED’S FAMILY AND MAKE AHLE MUHAMMED YELL
OH APOSTATES AND DESPOTS ONE THING TO YOU THIS FIRE PROMISES AND DOES TELL
I WILL REVENGE YOU VERILY, I WILL BURN YOU RELENTLESSLY WHEN YOU COME TO ME IN HELL

I AM THE RIVER IN WHICH WATER DOES FLOW FREE
I HAVE NO LEGS OR I WOULD MYSELF HAVE GONE TO HUSSIEN IBNE ALI
WOE BE UNTO ME FOR HE LAY ON MY BANKS, HIS UNSHROUDED BODY
I WISH I WOULD HAVE FLOODED THE WORLD THEN SEE THIS CALAMITY

I AM THE MOON AND AT NIGHT I WAS A GLIMMER IN THE SKY
I WITNESSED SO MUCH GRIEF, I WITNESSED SAKINA CRY
I SAW HER LOOK FOR HER FATHER TO HELP HER I SO DID TRY
I WISH I HAD FALLEN TO THE GROUNDS, I WISH ON THAT DAY THIS MOON DID DIE

AND I AM THE DROP OF RAIN, MANKIND I WATER YOUR CROP AND YOUR GRAIN
IN ME I HAVE SUCH DEEP PAIN, TO YOU MAN THIS HOW CAN I EXPLAIN
OH LORD FORGIVE ME WHERE WAS I ON ASHURA MAYBE I AM TO BLAME
BECAUSE I DIDN’T FALL ON THOSE HOLY LIPS AND QUENCH THE THIRST OF IMAM HUSSIEN (AS)

I AM abu shahbaaz HUSSIEN, WOE BE UNTO ME
WHY IS THERE NO SHROUD HUSSIEN ON YOUR BODY
I DO NOT ASPIRE HEAVEN HUSSIEN I ASPIRE YOUR PROXIMITY
IN MY GRAVE HUSSIEN,ON MY KAFAN I WILL WRITE WITH MY BLOOD FOR YOU POETRY.

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As night begins to fall my eyes fill with tears,
Yet my heart smiles as this love of pain nears,
As Dhu-l-Hijja goes & Muharram appears
Hussain your month breaks my heart and my ailments it surely clears,
Refreshing my soul waiting zestfully for when the awaited one reappears

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Ya Sugrha come say your last salam ,
your brother is going
come, come Sughra say your last salam

The voice of beauty that you yearn to hear
The brother to your heart you hold so dear
The day has come that you so so fear
Come Sughra, Hear his last Azaan

Your brother is going ,
come, come Sughra say your last Salam

The face you saw like the moon so bright
Oh he looks so handsome dressed as a knight
Shall today go into battle,for truth, to fight
Your brother is going to save Islam

Your brother is going
come, come Sughra say your last Salam

The brother that of young men is the best
The brother whom Allah himself has blessed
Shall have a spear stabbed in his chest
Come Sughra come hold his arm

Your brother is going
come, come Sughra say your last Salam

The brother you held in esteem so high
Now when you say salam you’ll hear no reply
Oh Sughra with you now the angels will cry

Come Sughra say ma’salaam
Your brother has gone
come come Sughra say ma’salaam
come come Sughra say ma’salaam

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Rasoolullah cries Hussain
Murtadha cries Hussain
Fatima cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

Safa Marwa cries Hussain
Plains of Mina cry Hussain
Arafa cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

Madina cries Hussain
Karbala cries Hussain
Khan-e-Kabaa cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

Earth and Sky cries Hussain
Tears I weep cry Hussain
Martyrs that die cry Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

Qadr & Falaq cry Hussain
Noor & Alaq cry Hussain
Land of Fadak cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

My needs cry Hussain
My deeds cry Hussain
Blood I bleed cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

Every insaan cries Hussain
My imaan cries Hussain
Even Quraan cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

Every lover cries Hussain
Every brother cries Hussain
Even his mother cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

My Sajdah cries Hussain
My Dua cries Hussain
My Salah cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

Fajr cries Hussain
Zohar cries Hussain
Asr cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

Isa cries Hussain
Musa cries Hussain
Yahya cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

(this is reciters who have recited at Hyderi Imambargah London)
Ammar cries Hussain (Syed Ammar Nakshwani)
Abathaar cries Hussain (Abathaar al Halwachi)
Mukhtar cries Hussain (Moulana Mukthar Abbas)
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

In my grave cry Hussain
Every slave cry Hussain
Even the brave cry Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

Abu Shahbaaz cries Hussain
Ghazi Abbas cries Hussain
Angels of Allah cry Hussain
Hussain Cries ABBAS ABBAS
Hussain Cries ABBAS ABBAS

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Oh roof of my house be gone
How can I be covered ,when my son,in the deserts heat is alone

Oh candles do not give me light
Without my child, my days are now nights

Oh son without you, your mother is in grief
I suckled you, a mothers wish, but for a time so brief

I look in your cot and call out your name
Oh son I start to cry, my grief I can not contain

Look at this distraught mother, thirsty my son was taken from me
I can never forget my child and his blood drenched body

I can not eat, drink, or even sleep
Oh Asgher for you, your mother forever weeps

Oh sands of Karbala look after my child, he died with thirst
Oh desert you are now his mother.
For only six months her child this mother could nurse.

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How does one bury his baby in the sand… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien
How does one take his childs blood in his hand… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien
How does one give a sacrifice so grand… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien
How after this does, a father still stand… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien

How does one withstand such a calamity… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien
How does one see his son, murdered in such barbarity.. Ask Hussien Ask Hussien
How does one stand such brutality… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien
How does a father face this eventuality…Ask Hussien Ask Hussien

How does a man to a mother, a dead son take… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien
To know how a mans heart this would break… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien
How does a father feel when seeing his son in this state… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien
To know how a father can carry such a burden, such a weight… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien

How does a mother feel when with her dead son, her husband nears.. Ask RUBAB RUBAB
How does a mother feel when she sees her husband
and her babies head held up high on spears… Ask RUBAB RUBAB

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How does one let go of he, who resembles Rasoolullah. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain
How does one see a son thirsty in the heat of Karbala. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain
How does one give such a beautiful son in Sadka. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain
How does one see the blood of a son like Ali Akber. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain

How does one listen to his sons last Azan. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain
How does a father accept his sons last Salaam. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain
How does one let go of his Quraan. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain
How does one carry a dead son in his arms. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain

How does one into the battle let his son disappear. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain
How does one feel when the cry of his dying son he can hear. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain
How does one approach a dying son he holds so dear. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain
How from a dying son does a father remove a spear. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain

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Oh land of Karbala and land of Yathrib
Today a child, when before his Uncle and his Grandmothers rib

Oh look Fatimah, They will never stop
Until these Hell-Seekers have of blood spilt every single drop

Oh the seeds of Karbala had been planted long ago
When the door was kicked, when Zahra was hit by that blow

You took one child oh seekers of hell
Why then did you have to take the life of Ali Asgher aswell

Oh Ahle-Muhammed for you, our hearts are full of sorrow
Where once it was Mohsin, today Asgher will follow

The Blood of his son, to the skies Hussain throws
Oh door kicker and hurmala your atrocities are exposed

These are the days when innocence did die
Oh door kicker and yazid I have just one question.. Why, Why, Why?
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Oh Abbas when your alam is risen and passes us by
We remember to get water for binte Hussain how hard you did try

On ashura this alam fell but we promise forever to hold it high
’till our death your name will always make us cry

When we want our wishes fulfilled Ya bab al Hawaij we ask
but we feel so very shy
We raise our hands in prayer yet ask one whose hands were severed from his side

Ya Abbas when I think of the arrow that pierced through your eye
And when you fell how Sakina started to weep and cry

And how Hussien ran, how Hussien ran
On his way he see’s the first and second hand
Then see’s his brother lying in the sand

But tell me Abbas one thing I cannot understand,
When you fell Abbas how did you land
For we cushion our fall my beloved Abbas
But you when you fell you had no hands

Each step your brother took more and more pain
Hearing you say Adrikini Ya Hussien Adrikini Ya Hussien

and do not take me back, to get water i did fail
Oh Abbas without you ,Sukaina will be slapped and stripped of her veil
Hussien looks at where your lifeless body does lay
Hussiens rises in grief and starts to say

Looking towards Najaf his eyes with dry tears filled.
Oh father Ali My back is broken my back is broken
My Brother Abbas has been killed

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Like Hussien, martyrs we can not be
But Zainab, left us with that legacy
On these nights Zahra comes to see
And loves those who do her sons Azadari

To shout out loud and scream his name
We have no restriction and there is no shame
Do it with your hearts show your love for Hussien
Upon your lives with Zahras duas mercy will rain

We are all here today and we are free men
Death may take us and we may not get this chance again
So today give your all and scream out Ya Hussien
An act for which Heaven you’ll Gain

Tonight is the the night of Abu Fazl Abbas
Remember him, his life was in that flask
He is the door to help and whatever is asked
Is fulfilled for those who beg when his alam does pass

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IN THE HEAT OF THE BATTLE JUST AFTER NOON
ON ASHURA ENTERS A CHILD THAT RESEMBLES THE MOON
DEATH IS SWEETER THAN HONEY HE SAYS
OH YA HASSAN YOUR SON WILL BE A MARTYR SOON

PERMISSION HE SEEKS FROM HIS UNCLE HUSSIEN
LET ME GO MARTYDOM LET ME GAIN
A SON GOING TO DIE
NO ONE CAN UNDERSTAND HIS MOTHER PAIN

ON HIS HEAD YA HASSAN YOUR GREEN TURBAN PLACED
YOUR SON GOES TO BATTLE, BLOOD HONEY TO TASTE
IN THE RAGE OF BATTLE HE LOOKS AT HIS SHOE
HE IS ONLY A CHILD HIS SHOE IS UNLACED

UNAWARE OF THE ENEMIES AND FROM WHERE THEY ATTACK
ON QASIMS HEAD WITH THEIR SWORDS THEY SMACK
AND HOW QASSIM FELL
TELL ME QASSIM YOUR SKULL DID THEY CRACK

OH QASSIM WE DON’T FORGET YOUR BROTHER A MARTYR JUST LIKE YOU
TO PROTECT YOUR UNCLE HUSSIAN HOW INTO BATTLE HE FLEW
OH ABDULLAH BIN HASAN
JUST LIKE ABBAS THEY CUT YOUR HAND TOO

oh sons HASAN YOUR FATHER WILL QUENCH YOUR THIRST SOON

INNA LILLAHI WA INNA ILAYHI RAJIOON

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Said Zainab to her two sons alive don’t return
You are both sadka for Hussien alive don’t return

Oh sons go, go and of you proud, I shall be
Go fight like my father ,go fight like Ali
Oh Zainab your two stars how they made you so proud
Oh calamity befalls you Zainab
Their bodies you could not bury ,their bodies you could not shroud

Aun and Mohammed go to fight, they look like Zulfikar
They look like just like Ali, but they are children in battle armour
The dust then rises and the sands create a cloud
From within Hussien ya Adrikini Oh uncle help us
They fall and shout out loud

Both martyred with their lifeless bodies,
to the camp Hussien does return
Look Zainab your two sons are martyred,
alive they didn’t return,

How many tears oh Zainab oh Zainab you must have shed
People how this mothers heart must have bled and bled
When she sees the bodies when she sees the heads
When she sees her two sons lying in front of her, covered in blood so red

Look your two sons oh Zainab Alive they didn’t return
Your two sons Oh Zainab Alive they didn’t return

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Two stars fall from the sky they fall to the ground
Two shining stars on Ashura as martyrs will be crowned
From the heavens Ali and Jaffar in anger will look down
Oh what calamity befalls them
Two flowers in blood are drowned

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Salams to you Ibn Qaradhaah and Ibn Khuzayr
Abu Thamamah, Nafi and Abdallah Bin Umayr
We the lovers of Hussien are in debt to you,
Oh Habib ,Muslim Bin Awsaja and Bin Qayn Al Zuhayr

We are the lovers of Hussien we do declare
That every day is Ashura and Kerbala is every where

Your love for Mohammed all of you did declare
We wish we could have heard you recite the Quran oh Ya Burayr
Or assisted you Nafi when your hands were cut
Oh only, if only, like you we were there

We are the lovers of Hussien and we do declare
That every day is Ashura and Kerbala is every where

Oh Habib so brave, like u a friend is so rare
Like you to protect Hussien by the lord of the Kaaba we also swear
We will never to forget you Ya Habib
Oh Ibn Habib with you, your grief we do share

We are the lovers of Hussien ,we do declare
That every day is Ashura and Kerbala is every where

Oh John, for heaven with martydom how well you did prepare
And Wahab your head was thrown to your mothers feet oh what pain what despair
Oh what a mother you have Wahab she threw it back
Saying what we give to Hussien we give forever

We are the lovers of Hussien and we do declare
That every day is Ashura and Kerbala is every where

Your bodies Hussien retrived and for you he said a prayer
But now look at our Mawla his body lays alone and no one is left to care
Hussiens body was left trampled in the hot sands
And from him the apostates his clothes did tear

We are the mourners of Hussien ,we do declare
That every day is Ahsura and Kerbala is every where

And oh look Wahab oh companions oh look Ya Burayr
Blood drips from Hussien’s beard and blood drips from Hussiens hair
To torment zainab oh on a spear they raised his head
As if were a trophy and waved it in the air

We are the cryers for Hussien ,we do declare
That every day is Ashura and Kerbala is every where

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Every tear for the martyr Hussien that falls from our eye
For every tear we shed and for every tear that we cry
His Mother Fatemah does come and she collects every tear
Our cries and screams Lady Fatemah does hear
Then she takes them in her hand and for us does say a prayer
Then Fatemah uses these tears to fill up the heavenly well of Kawther

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Oh sands of Kerbala soaked in the blood of Hussien

Covered in the redness of Muhamed’s sons blood your sands are stained

To you oh sands of Kerbala this lover of Shabbir does in anger complain

For when I walk where Ali, Abbas,Asghar and Hussien were slain,

How my walking can I sustain, All I feel is deep deep pain

For here I stand where my heroes bled from every artery and every vein

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I am nought but a drop of rain

I water mans crop and his grain

How would man know my inner pain

How to man this can I explain

What can I say to who can I complain

How can I cool my inner burning flame

Where was I on Ashura I am to blame

Because I didn’t fall on the Holy lips of Imam Hussien (a.s)

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Ya Hur from darkness into light

To be Hussien’s (a.s) soldier to argue his right

You became his servant and for him you did fight

You walked from hell to heaven on this night.

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Come my soul come with me,
Come look at Kerbala come see
The land of sorrow the land of pain
The land where Abbas and Hussein were slain
Look at this land no tears in her eyes
Listen listen how this land cries
Tears tears of blood roll down her cheeks
This is how the land of Kerbala weeps

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Oh Allah if in heaven I cannot cry for Hussein
What good will this heaven be if it stops from feeling his pain
If in heaven I cannot mourn him then in heaven I cannot dwell
If I cannot cry for Hussien in heaven Then oh Allah please send this lover of Hussien to hell.

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