This is Karbala’s month… Hussain born on the third
Born on the fourth, the moon… the fifth Imam Sajjad
This month, Karbala glows… in awe of its heroes
Abo Sajjad’s Sajjad, Hussain and his brother
Two suns and a moon make this month like no other
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Welcomes Shabaan, Karbala… lit up in pride and honour… for its loved ones
She leaves in awe, each lover… each man wants to be with her… and she listens
She decorates her wonder… on her beauties, men ponder… her sand sweetens
She perfumes each visitor… leaving the hearts so tender… for three lions
Leaving all within her crush… smitten by a city lush…
For three names, a lover’s hush… she listens
Her best, Karbala shows… In awe of its heroes
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On this month’s third, we attain… the prince of Heavens, Hussain… as he’s born
His birth shakes each tyrant’s reign… upon each tyrant’s domain… freedom drawn
A rise that none can explain… Hussain’s name none can contain… this newborn
His love glows within the vein… and his love none can restrain… we’re reborn
God blesses this rising sun… as Zahra adores her son
A dress of freedom, golden… he had worn
In fear, Karbala’s foes… In awe of its heroes
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This month’s fourth would reveal… a moon, yet one so surreal… this, Abbas
His body made of steel… by the father of zeal… none could pass
In service he would kneel… with his eye on his heel… none surpass
Teaching, Hussain’s his seal… and Hussain’s greatness he’ll… teach his class
Only with his brother’s birth… was known this Abbas’s worth
To him this is Hussain’s Earth… lakes and grass
In love, Karbala grows… In awe of its heroes
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Only few board Hussain’s ship… fewer know Sajjad’s worship… to his Lord
His tongue with God, he’d equip… words that rested on each lip… souls would board
From worship’s beauty he’d sip… on divine beads, hold his grip… his soul soared
On this day, beats of hearts skip… as the balance of kingship… is restored
Prayer’s a crown of gold we wear… but Sajjad beautifies prayer
A status no-one, nowhere… can afford
Karbala tears its woes… in awe of its heroes
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Karbala, rise up in your pride… two suns and a moon reside… in your land
Mortality they defide… with the battle-cries they cried… proud you stand
Your beauties, tonight, don’t hide… these three, none can, if they tried… understand
Tonight hearts to you are tied… their tears of joy they have dried… with your sand
Every soul is left in awe… from the eye tears of joy pour
Millions of hearts implore… from your hand
Dreams to Karbala flow… In awe of its heroes
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(London – 15/06/13)