O’ Jawad… O’ one youth of the twelve Imams… O’ Jawad
You left with poison on your palms O’ Jawad
Held onto by Abbas’s arms O’ Jawad
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Yet another day of heartbreak… as poisoned is a lion
A youth he looks just like Akbar… and poisoned just like Hassan
Beneath his crown and his turban… is a king of jinn and men
Seen by the world as a scholar… while he was God’s shining sun
And he shines… his knowledge it touched the whole world and he shines
The world by his existence held and he shines
It wept as his death to him called Ya Jawad
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Though you may have been of young age… your few years left your hairs grey
Summoned by kings who stole your throne… and led your nation astray
Where are they now, gone with the wind… how quickly their thrones decay
While your shrine stands, twin golden domes… unchallenged until this day
There you stand… while your enemies are all dust, there you stand
While all their kingdoms rot and rust, there you stand
For in Allah you put your trust O’ Jawad
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You lay poisoned, there for three days… reminiscent of Hussain
Ali Akbar wept upon you… as from the sky blood would rain
Abu Fadhil stood over you… defending his king again
His hands hold yours as you would sleep… as you recall Hussain’s pain
And you weep… your dead eyes witness Ashura and you weep
They see crying, Ali’s daughter and you weep
You join them another martyr O’ Jawad
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(Dearborn – 15/06/23)