TRANSLATION

At the time of Asr, Shabbir’s voice is heard:

My body is torn with wounds, O Mother

Now hide me in your embrace, O Mother

The sun is burning — cover me with your cloak, O mother

I’m falling on the burning sand… hold me, O Mother!

I have become tired from carrying the bodies of our army

I brought the body of Qasim, and the body of Akbar 

I myself dug the grave for little Ali Asghar

Give me comfort now — hold me to your chest, O Mother.

I’m falling on the burning sand… hold me, O Mother!

My body is wounded with swords and spears,

Even the burning dust stings my open tears.

My heart’s blood is flowing from the wounds

Lay your chaadar upon these wounds, O Mother.

I’m falling on the burning sand… hold me, O Mother!

My Abbas is upset with me, O Mother,

He didn’t come back — I only brought his severed arms.

Please go down to the riverbank

And console my angry brother, O Mother.

I’m falling on the burning sand… hold me, O Mother!

You once ground flour while rocking me in your lap,

You stayed awake, allowing me to sleep by you

You sang lullabies while rocking my cradle gently

Now just once more —please cradle me in your arms, O Mother.

I’m falling on the burning sand… hold me, O Mother!

Stay close to me, I’m only a guest for a little while more

There is sand in my wounds, please wipe it with your scarf

Look — you can hear Sakina’s sobbing voice

Please go comfort Sakina now, Mother

I’m falling on the burning sand… hold me, O Mother!

See, the tents are burning — the night of grief has come.

Look, my aunt has run out in panic

Look, Sakina’s brother lies unconscious, 

Go and rescue Sajjad from the flames, O Mother!

I’m falling on the burning sand… hold me, O Mother!

I have only one final request, O beloved Mother:

For the sake of Father, please cover my face with your veil.

You won’t be able to endure witnessing this blood-stained scene any longer.

Turn your eyes as I’m being slaughtered… please, O Mother.

I’m falling on the burning sand… hold me, O Mother!

When the Day of Judgment comes, and the gathering begins,

Lady Zahra will lay out the floor of mourning for her son.

You will hear a cry from Shabbir’s soul, again:

"O my Mother, let your tears flow openly today."

I’m falling on the burning sand… hold me, O Mother!