Revolutions by this name
This is called love of Hussein
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When the Lord created the foundations of the Universe
Jibra’eel with a shining light would always sit and converse
Who are you O’ light of the world, you’ve existed since its birth?
He answers I am the light of Quran, both chapter and verse
He replies I am Hussein
This is called love of Hussein
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With his birth to his mother, oppressors cried in agony
Whilst patience welcomed him and with it truth and sincerity
The shadow of the world around this light he lit up truly
Why else would the sky and the earth cry blood with his tragedy?
When they fall his name remains
This is called love of Hussein
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Indeed Hussein in God’s mercy is the ark of salvation
He cares for those who board his ship like a carer of orphans
He is the sign of every stand against every oppression
Cries of the oppressed uprising mimic his revolution
This is God’s mercy and aim
This is called love of Hussein
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The greatness of Hussein cannot be illustrated in words
A king with such humility like him is simply unheard
A warrior yet so graceful, were he described like a bird
This bird’s young is his religion and its safety he’s nurtured
His nest would be Ahlulbayt
This is called love of Hussein
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As nations fall and rise with times Hussein’s message never dies
His name is heard in every age and this way he is alive
In ignorance our enemies our beloved Imam deny
What do they have when for a thousand years for him we have cried?
Who has lost and who shall gain?
This is called love of Hussein
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Understand with the blood of Hussein revolutions are raised
No matter how much we’re oppressed his name is forever praised
When Hussein’s love was brought to us into its eyes we all gazed
And thanked the Lord for blessing us with such light within our days
Can his lovers be ashamed?
This is called love of Hussein
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Hussein’s banner we raise, a banner of justice and of hope
Where it blows with it the wind blows, it levels a mountains slope
A letter of oath we’ve signed with our blood as patience can’t cope
And delivered it to his door our wails its envelope
We’ve sent it and sealed our names
This is called love of Hussein
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Hussein is a heart not understood by the greatest of minds
This undying flame can never be explained nor be defined
The lives of his lovers toward dust under his feet they’ve signed
Yet still he deserves more the prince of Heaven and of mankind
In death it returns again
This is called love of Hussein
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(London – 06/05/10)