IN THE HEAT OF THE BATTLE JUST AFTER NOON
ON ASHURA ENTERS A CHILD THAT RESEMBLES THE MOON
DEATH IS SWEETER THAN HONEY HE SAYS
OH YA HASSAN YOUR SON WILL BE A MARTYR SOON

PERMISSION HE SEEKS FROM HIS UNCLE HUSSIEN
LET ME GO MARTYDOM LET ME GAIN
A SON GOING TO DIE
NO ONE CAN UNDERSTAND HIS MOTHER PAIN

ON HIS HEAD YA HASSAN YOUR GREEN TURBAN PLACED
YOUR SON GOES TO BATTLE, BLOOD HONEY TO TASTE
IN THE RAGE OF BATTLE HE LOOKS AT HIS SHOE
HE IS ONLY A CHILD HIS SHOE IS UNLACED

UNAWARE OF THE ENEMIES AND FROM WHERE THEY ATTACK
ON QASIMS HEAD WITH THEIR SWORDS THEY SMACK
AND HOW QASSIM FELL
TELL ME QASSIM YOUR SKULL DID THEY CRACK

OH QASSIM WE DON’T FORGET YOUR BROTHER A MARTYR JUST LIKE YOU
TO PROTECT YOUR UNCLE HUSSIAN HOW INTO BATTLE HE FLEW
OH ABDULLAH BIN HASAN
JUST LIKE ABBAS THEY CUT YOUR HAND TOO

oh sons HASAN YOUR FATHER WILL QUENCH YOUR THIRST SOON

INNA LILLAHI WA INNA ILAYHI RAJIOON