In the midst of time, Believers had gathered
At the call of “Hal Min Nasir,” 72 had answered
Together in selflessness, their ego they had shattered
They attained “Al-Mutmaina,” and nothing else mattered
Nainawa became the land of an untold prophecy
Where freedom was defined for the entire Humanity
They emptied their jealousy, their heresy, their rivalry
They brought about loyalty and wrote their own destiny
They rose above family, ethnicity, any kind of heredity
“I am a lover of Hussain,” only that was their identity
When I thought about unity, with a brush in hand
The only thing I painted, was a land full of sand
A face full of light, praying amongst arrows
Protected by dozens, all standing pharos
None of them were tied by the same blood’s chains
They shared the same faith; love ran in their veins,
They tore their own desires, and threw them in the air
As if free from themselves, they had become aware
Together in selflessness, their ego they had shattered
They attained “Al-Mutmaina,” and nothing else mattered
What lessons can we learn, dear brothers and sisters
How can we reach a state, where nothing else matters?
Today where is Karbala, and who is my enemy?
If Ashura is alive, then show me its legacy
I kept begging the Almighty, for guidance and salvation
And He sent an angel with a message for our generation
With an ayat from the Quran, the Angel began its talk,
“Behold the rope of Allah,” together you’ll be a rock
“Karbala is alive, more than it has ever been
You want to fight evil, I’ll tell you where to begin
Look into a mirror and stare in your eyes
Buried within you, in complete disguise
Deep within yourself, your ego and its lies
It grows everyday, while its your faith that dies”
You asked who’s your enemy, and where is battlefield
You are your enemy, within you lies the battlefield
So don’t save yourself from the coming arrows,
Instead save yourself from your desire’s shadows
This evil is within you, so drop the sword in hand
Kneel down in prayers, with a rosary in hand
This is not the lesser struggle, there’s no iron spear
This is the greater one, burn it with a single tear
To defeat this enemy, don’t fight side by side
Call all your brothers, and pray side by side
When your women will rise from Zainab’s fire
When your men will wear, Abbas’ attire
When new born will cry to Ali Asghar’s bravery
When every youth will pride at Ali Akbar’s chivalry
When old men will sing songs of Habib’s cheerfulness
When free men will hail Ar-Riahi’s righteousness
Only then will we attain mutmaina, the ultimate certainty
The state where your soul rests in peace for eternity
Yes Karbala is alive, and Husain’s heir is alive
It’s a matter of time, when Al-Mahdi will arrive
Will you we be today’s Zuhair, Habib, Or Hur Ar riahi
Today’s Dulham, Rubab, or Umme Wahb al Kalbi?
Al Muntadher is waiting for his followers to gather
So on this night of Qadr, let’s write a new chapter
Let’s untie ourselves from our passions and wishes
Lets burn them together and rise from our own ashes
The Caravan of Hussain, is forever waiting
Waiting for its ansar, Al Mahdi is aching
So let’s join it together, and awaken our consciousness
Let’s join our Master together, together in selflessness
