Ya as-sayyid Sajjadina O\' our dear leader, Jewel of believers Why are you so silent? your voice you never rise Your family was martyred right before you eyes Ali ibnal Husayn Yabnal Husayn they ask why are you greiving Yaqob lost one son, then lost his vision from weeping Yabnal Husayn your family martyred for believing O\' our dear Imam we don\'t know what your feeling Ali ibnal Husayn In the desert sands you march Your thirsty lips are parched They treated you so harsh Blood dripping from your chained hands Stains the the sand red But this is not the reason for the tears that you shed On the top of that spear is your fathers head Ali ibnal Husayn Grandson of Ali, Grandson of Zahra O\' son of Mecca, O\' son of Kabaa Between hope and pain O\' son of Safa Your family was slain on the plains of Karbala Ali ibnal Husayn In Madina you serve anyone mistreated The crippled and the weak The hungry you feed them If they offer you a drink Your heart starts bleeding The thought of arrow shots Abbas was receiving Ali ibnal Husayn O\' ornament of worshippers The Psalms you left they nurture us For the sick, homeless, oppressed and all of us soul searchers We\'re crying and distressed A life of tragedy Yet is was so blessed, Ya Ali, tranquility Ali ibnal Husayn Show Less >>