The wise woman of Banu Hashim
My heart trembles when I listen to the tragedy of Karbala,
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My heart trembles when I listen to the tragedy of Karbala,
My Son, the dawn approaches,
O' My Allah, what has happened?
It’s the first day of the month, when a mother dresses her children in black, pakeezah (pure) attire, putting away all party outfits and bringing out modest, simple clothing.
I don’t trust the world to still be there,
Chambered in my chest on the plains of Karbala
O who you don’t know me
If I were to die and be reborn into flesh,
The caravans of mystery boxes
I stand between the sun and the moon
What did we lose tonight?