Oh My Hussain

In Your Final Moments. The Ground Shakes With Agony And Pain, See Your Mother Is By Your Side, With Every Piece Of Me I Had Brought You Up, Now To Pieces I Have Seen You Fall. You Have Seen To Much.. Your Lord Now Calls You. Come My Thirsty, Broken, Son. Come My Hussain.

In your final moments, the earth trembles with agony and pain. See, your mother is by your side. With every fiber of my being I raised you, and now I see you fall to pieces. You have endured too much, your Lord calls you now. Come, my thirsty, broken son, come, my Hussain.

Your Back - Lay On The Burning Sands, And Your Lips, Thirsty And Dry As They Draw Closer To You, My Son I Am, Always With You Jib-Ra-El, Descends From The Sky Too, And You Know, That I’m Here With You.

Your back lies upon the burning sands, and your lips are thirsty and dry. As they draw closer to you, my son, know that I am always with you. Gabriel descends from the sky as well, and you know that I am here with you.

How Can I Stand And Watch You Fall, How Can I See You All Alone, As My Ribs, Broke Back Then, Now My Heart To Pieces Fall And I Cry, Out To My Father To See, How My Son, They Torture You.

How can I stand and watch you fall? How can I see you all alone? Just as my ribs were broken back then, now my heart falls to pieces, and I cry out to my father to see how they torture you, my son.

For Your Son, Oh My Son I Weep, For His Death In His Infancy, Like A Rose, Shedding Its Life, His Bleeding Neck On Your Arm Bled And Your Beard, In His Blood Is Dyed. The Skies They, Too Mourn For You

For your son, oh my son, I weep—for his death in his infancy. Like a rose shedding its life, his bleeding neck bled upon your arm, and your beard is dyed in his blood. The skies, too, mourn for you.

All The Time, You Were By Their Side, To Your Companions Now Call, Unshrouded Corpses Remain, Of Your Soldiers Hussain, Here I Am, To Your Call I Head, My Son, You Are Never Alone.

All the time you were by their side; now call out to your companions. The unshrouded corpses of your soldiers remain, Hussain. Here I am, I answer your call; my son, you are never alone.

See How The Starts To Dust Have Turned, As The Blood, From Your Forehead Runs, All Of Creation Laments, Seeing Your Pierced And Battered Chest, So Then Ask, How Will Your Mother Bear, Your Final Moments Hussain.

See how the stars have turned to dust as the blood runs from your forehead. All of creation laments, seeing your pierced and battered chest. So then ask, how will your mother bear your final moments, Hussain?

Your Sister, Zainab Will Now See, Your Broken Headless Body Your Head Upon The Spears Does Rise, For Her To See, And In Chains, They Shackle The Queen, For Her Brother Hussain.

Your sister, Zainab, will now see your broken, headless body. Your head rises upon the spears for her to see, and they shackle the Queen in chains, for her brother Hussain.

I Was With You When Abbas Did Fall, When To His Master He Did Call, Oh My Master Hussain, Come To My Aid, Come To My Aid, How Will The, Brothers Meet, With Nor Arms, How Will Abbas Embrace?

I was with you when Abbas fell, when he called out to his master: 'Oh my master Hussain, come to my aid, come to my aid.' How will the brothers meet without arms? How will Abbas embrace you?

For What Sin, Was My Son Massacred, Oh Karbala Upon Your Earth, Why Did Your Rivers Not Flow, To His Thirst And To Him Quench, Karbala, Oh Hide My Daughters Now, As They Leave, For The Court Of Yazid

For what sin was my son massacred, oh Karbala, upon your earth? Why did your rivers not flow to quench his thirst? Karbala, hide my daughters now as they leave for the court of Yazid.

Now My Son, Mehdi I Call To You, As I Did, From The Door Aflamed, We Are Broken, And Torn, Like Your Heart, I Know My Son, I Pray For, Your Life To Avenge, My Broken And Beaten Hussain,

Now, my son, I call to you, Mehdi, just as I did from the burning door. We are broken and torn, like your heart—I know, my son. I pray for your life to avenge my broken and beaten Hussain.