Bismillah Hir Rahman Nir Rahim
Allah Bless Mohammed and the Progeny of Mohammed

Inna lillahi wa innanillahi rajiun,
My peace is gone so is my sakoon,

My son is quiet I can hear no sound
For water I brought him but no water he found

Locked to his arm Hussein said my child awake at me please look
This is when the lands of Taf,Najaf and Medina in anger shook

In his hands his Childs blood to the skies Hussein throws
Hurmala may Allah curse you, your atrocities are exposed

In shock Hussein thinks what happened to my little star
In this state to his mother how can I take Ali Asghar

My baby of six months your thirst will be quenched by the prophets hand
I too will see you in Firdaus but for now I will have to bury in this hot hot sand

Ilahi Ilahi to my little star look what they have done
I have been looted they have murdered my baby son

Oh Hussein your grief is too heavy for my heart
Lanat on you yazid and ya Hussein zindabad