In the month when we feel
The grating pinch of unquenched thirst
In the days when the body
Experiences nutrition’s extreme dearth
In the month whose very name
Means hot burning sand
We remember you, My Maula SA
And Karbala’s scorching sand.
On the tenth eve this month
We take your name once again
Recalling the night of Ashara
And it’s unthinkable pain.
Every sip of water
Every morsel, every grain,
That slips down our throat
As the sun sets every day
Reminds us of your valour
And your beloved who lie
Below Karbala’s soil
Giving lessons of sacrifice.
Ya Husain SA we call out to you
Be it night or day
We look towards your Zarih
And Allah grants us what our hearts say.
Be it Rehmat, Maghfirat and emancipation from hell’s wrath,
We attain it all in Your hallowed halls.
Amate Syedna TUS
Maryam
Xeemarmar 