For the love of Ali… here I am
For the love of Ali
With me my family… and children
With me my family
What a calamity… here in Taf
What a calamity…
From Badr to Karbala
Here I am all alone
The last son of Ali
Tholfiqar in my hand
Three thousand enemies
But it will be okay
Heavens infront of me
And death is just a step
Toward eternity
For lovers of Ali
What is dying really?
* * *
The dead of Badr call… out my name
The dead of Badr call
By Haider Ali’s sword… they all fell
By Haider Ali’s sword
Fire and blood and all… they want me
Fire and blood and all
From Badr to Karbala
From Badr to Uhud
And Hunayn and Khabyar
Just one hero emerged
And that was my father
Those that within battle
Could not defeat Haider
In wanting their revenge
(they) Brought me to Karbala
Wanting to kill adhaan
They killed my son Akbar
* * *
There is so little left… I can give
There is so little left
When I look East and West… there’s no-one
When I look East and West
What a tremendous test… upon me
What a tremendous test
From Badr to Karbala
What have I lost today
So much taken away
I’d know Asghar’s in pain
Hs tiny arms would sway
I sent Akbar to death
He’d turn to me and say
‘Father, please don’t worry
Death is sweeter this way
We’ll meet in mere hours
And rejoice of this day’
* * *
The beloved of Ali… they have killed
The beloved of Ali
It will not end with me… on the dust
It will not end with me
My fallen eyes shall see… the captives
My fallen eyes shall see
From Badr to Karbala
It’s not just me they want
But Ali’s grandchildren
They want their tongues thirsty
Their tents raided and burnt
They want Zainab weeping
And Ruqaya orphaned
They want taken captives
Our women and children
But they know we’ll live on
While they’ll be in ruin
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