Their face gets enlightened when the father’s hand was raised
Their hands beat their chest when the son’s head was raised.
They shed rivers of happiness when khyber’s door was lifted
They shed oceans of sorrow when zainab’s veil was lifted
They are lovers of Hussain, their lamentations never fade
They are Zahra’s prayers, how can her prayer ever fade?
History teaches us a lesson, Their love will never cease
Hussain’s thirst is in their mind, how can their thirst ever cease?
Reza, At the name of Hussain, on the paper, your pen spirals
Like your blood, which around your heart, at his name always spirals