All of my sons… for Ali’s sons
I tell my Lord whenever to Him I pray
I am the mother who gave her sons away
* * *
I’m a mother who has a pride and what a pride
I’m the lioness who gave away all her pride
In the love of Mohammed, daily, I’d abide
I gave everything and in my Lord I relied
I had a voice that like Ali’s battle-cry cried
With my four children’s lives, Yazid’s rule I defied
I shook his throne… with every son
It is the pride that lives with me every day
I am the mother who gave her sons away
* * *
How many doors God opens when one door opens
I married Ali and raised for him, four lions
Each one holds each other’s back and holds their burdens
And in the love of Hussein, their bond, it strengthens
They are all but presents to the prince of Heavens
And I’d give them if they were four or were thousands
Since they would crawl… I gave them all
I did not allow a single one to stay
I am the mother who gave her sons away
* * *
I gave birth to each son and beside each cradle
I’d sing them lullabies and each son I’d cradle
In each lullaby, a lesson to them I’d tell
You are all mortal, but Hussain is immortal
Do not ever let him from his sorrow tremble
When he draws his sword, infront of him assemble
His sorrows mend… his life defend
I’d tell my children when in my arms, they’d play
I am the mother who gave her sons away
* * *
My grandfathers for wrestling with lions were praised
And for my beloved Hussain, four mountains I raised
They gazed into his eyes before in mine they gazed
They saw the beauty in his eyes and were amazed
Every day upon Karbala’s dust they all prayed
Knowing that, just to die for Hussain, they were raised
I would not cry… knowing they’d die
I raised them knowing that they would die someday
I am the mother who gave her sons away
* * *
I tell my Lord, you’ve given me such an honour
I sacrificed so Hussain can live forever
And I make a promise to you O’ Creator
If any serve Hussain, their names I’ll remember
If they ask me for a wish then I shall answer
To every lover of Hussain, I’m a mother
If they love him… they’re my children
I will rescue them, if in their grief, they sway
I am the mother who gave her sons away
* * *
In the absence of them all, for death I’ve waited
I raise my hands, even though with grief they’re weighted
O’ Lord, death, for years and years, I have awaited
This is the tongue that for your Hussain recited
Take my soul and with death, let my soul be greeted
Allow me to with Hussain be reunited
Just for his sight… give me my plight
Toward my beloved son, show me the way
I am the mother who gave her sons away
* * *
(London – 12/04/13)