The thirst in the desert
But no Hussain doesn’t feed himself
His heart giving wealth
When he sat on Zuljinah
Everybody’s heartbroken
When he fights in the bloody arena
The day of Ashura comes
Everybody cries
As hope quickly dies
The day is sad, tears fall
We remember Hussain standing oh so tall
They think of the martyr and all He faced
Our hearts are heavy, happiness is chased
The best leader, Gone
The Shias world torn
Next came Yazid
His ugly cruelty released
Terror came, kind and gentle thoughts ceased
The memory of Hussain brings a deep sorrow into our hearts