Again we are pilgrim at the ocean.
We have been here for years.
We sacrificed our youthfulness to Hussain.
Flags of tragedy wave again.
How a light that the blacks radiate.
With the beautiful name with Hussain.
Flags of tragedy wave again.
How a light that the blacks radiate.
With the beautiful name with Hussain.
We are going to Karbala with mournings of Hussain.
We are going to Karbala with mournings of Hussain.
We sacrificed our whole life to Hussain's mourning.
Salute my master, Oh remedy of helpless!
I am helpless, save me!
Salute my master, Oh remedy of helpless!
I am helpless, save me!
Again we are pilgrim at the ocean.
We have been here for years.
We sacrificed our youthfulness to Hussain.
Flags of tragedy wave again.
How a light that the blacks radiate.
With the beautiful name with Hussain.
We are going to Karbala with mournings of Hussain.
We sacrificed our whole life to Hussain's mourning.
Salute my master, Oh remedy of helpless!
I am helpless, save me!
Salute my master, Oh remedy of helpless!
I am helpless, save me!
I sorrow because of your calamity.
I may be scrificed that 10 days' calamity.
How a holy these tears of mourning.
I will be failed, if I do not have the tears.
I visit you all the nights.
These majlises are one of your shrine.
I will be failed, if I do not have the tears.
I visit you all the nights.
These majlises are one of your shrine.
I seperate from society, When I wear my black.
My screams for you will help me one day.
Salute the poet that filled with calamity of you and it is read every nights!
Salute, all the existence of Zainab.
Salute my lord, Oh remedy of helpless!
I am helpless, save me!
Anyone can not be like you.
You are the best beloved.
Both good and bad people are lover of you.
I filled out with your mourning.
I could not be martyred so that I am embarressed.
Martyreds have what a peacefullness.
I filled out with your mourning.
I could not be martyred so that I am embarressed.
Martyreds have what a peacefullness.
My heart is love in with you and wants to be slave at the your door.
My heart is love in with you and wants to be slave at the your door.
Untill you take my hands yo hands of Abbas.
Salute, lord of people who come from the back!
You can see your servant is alone!
Salute, lord of people who come from the back!
You can see your servant is alone
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