As Shimr’s sword for the blood of Ali sings
Every eye turns to look at Jibraeel’s wings
Protect him, protect him… with your two wings, protect him
* * *
When the dust of war settled… and every man had battled… for Hussain
Every body lies there torn… over their sons, mothers mourn… none remain
Only remains, Shimr’s sword… so thirsty for divine blood… so insane
All watch as its blade, it rests… upon the holiest neck… they complain
O’ you who wished to be the sixth of the five
Fold up your two wings and toward the Earth dive
Rescue him, rescue him… with your two wings, protect him
Protect him, protect him… with your two wings, protect him
* * *
The Prophets, they watch in shock… as Shimr and his sword mock… Mohammed
In anguish toward their Lord… for his protection they called… tears they shed
Holding their tears in their palms… to wiping Jibraeel’s arms… they were led
O’ Jibraeel, they all cried… how often have your wings dried… blood he’s bled
He found himself by the Prophets surrounded
As the chest of Hussain, Shimr’s sword pounded
Defend him, defend him… with your two wings, protect him
Protect him, protect him… with your two wings, protect him
* * *
A sight that no-one can bear… it makes angels wish to tear… off their eyes
Every angel turns away… to Jibraeel gazes sway… there he lies
You stand, a mighty mountain… when collapsed has this Hussain… and he cries
Your wings, from your Lord, a gift… in your wings his body lift… to the skies
O’ mountain raise the body that is frail
Upon Mohammed horses wish to trample
Embrace him, embrace him… with your two wings, protect him
Protect him, protect him… with your two wings, protect him
* * *
Arrives, the angel of death… from all his grief, out of breath… and he speaks
O’ Jibraeel it is time… as the seconds in this crime… become weeks
Imprisons me, my duty… the tears I weep are mighty… on my cheeks
Will you embrace your power… every soul for your answer… waits and seeks
The weight of my duty crushes my shoulders
Approaches our beloved, Yazid’s soldiers
Fight for him, fight for him… with your two wings, protect him
Protect him, protect him… with your two wings, protect him
* * *
In the place of hands that fell… grew the wings of an angel… and he comes
The lion of might and zeal… a child, from what he feels… he becomes
Jibraeel, I am the moon… I can’t protect, from my tomb… Ali’s sons
I have wings, but they don’t let… Abbas, his master protect… and death hums
I hear death singing the name of my Master
Do what I cannot and defend my brother
Run to him, run to him… with your two wings, protect him
Protect him, protect him… with your two wings, protect him
* * *
Then Jibraeel hears a voice… I’m Zainab, you have no choice… protect him
I’m the mother of sorrow… the pains of my tomorrow… sing a hymn
I know, if he cuts his head… centuries of hurt and dread… it’s bring
In one wing his head you’ll hold… and his body you will fold… in one wing
To the Heavens with this sight you shall return
And your wings the pangs of his anguish will burn
Surround him, surround him… with your two wings, protect him
Protect him, protect him… with your two wings, protect him
* * *
He folds his wings and he dives… armoured against swords and knives… he’s plated
He plunges toward the Earth… Shimr upon Ali’s worth… is weighted
He cuts his neck, vein to vein… by the devil’s sword, Hussain… is greeted
Jibraeel’s wings arrive late… and Hussain’s head, Yazid’s plate… awaited
With his two wings Jibraeel strikes his head
And sees Zainab mourning like him just ahead
Forgive me, forgive me… tell your brother, forgive me
Forgive me, forgive me… tell your brother, forgive me
* * *
(Karbala – 09/11/12)