Let the whole world hear my cry… the tears that flow from my eyes
I am Haider… I cry rivers… as I meet my own demise
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Let the world know, as my tears flow… I am oppressed along with all my children
The world forgets, no eyes stay wet… they all forgot the tale of my orphans
It all began with my house burned… as my wife screamed with the rib that was broken
This rib I hold, it has foretold… that danger circles those made from the Heavens
We are dust of paradise… it wails with our demise
This our future… I cry rivers… as I meet my own demise
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I met my Lord, struck by the sword… indeed I died just as I wished I would die
But what hurts me, Haider Ali… is watching my daughter on me scream and cry
This house empty, dark and empty… sorrow is all that lives here with my demise
My children’s tears define their years… this no father wishes on his children’s lives
God’s curse be on my killer… Islam itself he’s murdered
Burned its banner… I cry rivers… as I meet my own demise
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I tell Hassan, you and Hussein… bury my body in the depths of the night
Like your mother, I buried her… and for eternity men search for her light
Mankind will crave and yearn my grave… no doubt like Jesus after death I give life
I am a guide, though I reside… within a grave where only deeds give me sight
I am the beacon of truth… for the lost a lone lighthouse
I guide visions… I cry rivers… as I meet my own demise
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From this dark home I hear I call… just like my daughter screamed out for her father
A saddened voice, much like death’s voice… crying out O’ Haider come to Karbala
Tents on fire, bodies scattered… one body with severed hands by the river
Women in chains, where is Hussein… he lies alone and upon him sits Shimr
Patience complains to my Lord… my hands longs to draw my sword
How many more… I cry rivers… as I meet my own demise
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(London – 26/05/10)