How much we pray to see you… how much we pray
Another day it becomes… another day
It becomes light… it becomes night… and Fatima’s still crying
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How much we’re told of your return… and how much we’re left yearning
We raise our hands with the sun’s rise… but the night leaves us bleeding
We begin every day with hope… and how we wake up smiling
But the night comes, we’re left in awe… hearing Fatima crying
Who’ll dry her tears, O’ Mehdi… who’ll dry her tears?
Days became years after this… days became years
She’s our mother… and we ask her… when is your son returning?
It becomes light… it becomes night… and Fatima’s still crying
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How the lover seeks out his love… and tortured by their absence
We’d think you stood there at our door… but opened it to patience
Patience would become our torture… for us a lover’s guidance
We’d leave our roses to flutter… in the wind of your distance
Love’s impatient O’ beloved… love’s impatient
Why stay absent, just return… why stay absent?
Every heart-beat… it yearns to greet… the love of which it’s dreaming
It becomes light… it becomes night… and Fatima’s still crying
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Every day Medina complains… of being struck by her tears
And its complaints, the world echoes… drowning in a sea of fears
She cries in the house of sorrows… every so often she peers
She yearns to see the sun rising… but only the moon appears
Tear down this moon with your hand… tear down this moon
Show us her tomb, assist her… show us her tomb
You disappeared… no-one appeared… to her no-one is coming
It becomes light… it becomes night… and Fatima’s still crying
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Do you not hear, daily, a call… from every edge of the Earth
It begins before the sun’s rise… and continuous with its birth
You have a world awaiting you… how many know of your worth?
Why do you wait, when you’re called gold… by nothing but dust and earth
Where is our gold, they all ask… where is our gold?
Pebbles we hold – our patience… pebbles we hold
Slowly dying… as she’s crying… and with us she is dying
It becomes light… it becomes night… and Fatima’s still crying
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With all who weep for your absence… there are those who benefit
Just turn your eye toward Qunfudh… your mother, Zahra, he hit
With them the door and the nail… of the house angels visit
How many wish, that his mother… Imam Mehdi would forget
Don’t forget her, Fatima… don’t forget her
Rise, avenge her, O’ Imam… rise, avenge her
Every second… for you beckons… to come out from your hiding
It becomes light… it becomes night… and Fatima’s still crying
* * *
We united in the mourning… of your mother’s tragedy
We began yearning the return… of the grandson of Ali
We began counting the seconds… hearing her calamity
And with Zahra, we raised our hands… O’ Lord return him to me
Return Mehdi back to us… return Mehdi
Eyes want to see our saviour… eyes want to see
No more patience… no more absence… and not a day of waiting
It becomes light… it becomes night… and Fatima’s still crying
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(London – 17/02/13)