Three lines in every heart appear… there’s no day like Eid Al-Ghadeer
No youth like Ali… no sword like Tholfiqar
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Today in every Shi’i’s heart… there is an immortal drawing
Mohammed stands beside Ali… and Ali’s arm, high, he’s holding
He raises his hands to the sky… and, thanking his Lord, he’s praying
And between these two praying hands… Heaven and Hell he’s weighing
And the Heavens they hear a call… Ali divides Heaven and Hell
No youth like Ali… no sword like Tholfiqar
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No better day, no better Eid… completion of God’s religion
I’m not surprised God used Ali… to complete this faith’s completion
And I’m not surprised that this Eid… is the best of celebration
When his sorrow’s a glimpse of Hell… and his love’s a glimpse of Heaven
And Ghadir itself would attest… all he touches becomes the best
No youth like Ali… no sword like Tholfiqar
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Ali conquers all that he touches… he conquered battles for this creed
Whenever Islam was in chains… with his two hands, Islam he freed
He conquered each heart that loved him… his love became the greatest deed
He conquered Badr and Uhud… and with them both he conquered Eid
After hearts, Eid and Badr… there was nothing left to conquer
No youth like Ali… no sword like Tholfiqar
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When Mohammed raised Ali’s hand… his Eid became the greatest day
It became a scale for belief… Heaven and Hell beneath it sway
Every day, not just today… allegiance to Ali we pay
Every day in a Shi’i’s heart… is a day that’s just like today
To his lovers, nothing greater… Ali’s Mohammed’s successor
No youth like Ali… no sword like Tholfiqar
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Your dome O’ Master has no flag… if they ask why, here’s our answer
Ali’s dome doesn’t need a flag… he is the flag of the Shia
A flag raised by Mohammed’s arm… when he named his first successor
It flickers within Ghadeer’s wind… and flickers in hearts forever
Till the last day it will flutter… no, even in the hereafter
No youth like Ali… no sword like Tholfiqar
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When Mohammed raised Ali’s hand… three letters the heavens would spell
All that was good rose up in pride… and all that was evil, it fell
Heaven and Hell between two hands… and the fates of all the people
O’ Ali if all men loved you… there would be no need for hell
There would be no Day of Judgement… no man for his sins would lament
No youth like Ali… no sword like Tholfiqar
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(London – 24/10/13)