O’ Habib Ibn Muthahir
Grab your flag and from your death rise
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This saint your years had befriended
Your childhood his love mended
And they cried when his life ended
With his death is your true demise
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This is from who learned your morals
Only his sight gave you smiles
And his absence brought your trials
Tell your emotions to arise
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This flag on dust it cries your name
And Hussain’s wounds they cry the same
What Fatima kissed they defame
Remove death’s veil and its guise
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Quick whilst the arrows hunt his scent
Swords want to severe his content
As Zainab’s hope burns with her tent
Habib Yazid’s army suprise
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