Tonight while the world repents for their sins,

I will lament by the musalla.

The night the Quran descends,

another Quran ascends by the musalla.

However the night prolong,

I will lament you, (2x)

I swear by the sun and by its light,

By the moon that follows its way.

No day is like Husayn your day,

No night can compare, Ali, to this night.

You gave out of your love to the orphans.

Your killer gave into blindness.

You killed him with your kindness.

Where are you from us?

Where are we from you?

Now in your final hours,

you spend the Night of Power bleeding remembrance.

In every drop you declare,

the believers don't despair,

bleeding remembrance.

Tonight while the world repents for their sins,

I will lament by the musalla.

The night the Quran descends,

another Quran ascends by the musalla.

For however the night prolongs,

I will lament you, (2x)

Something about the Quran this eve,

somehow heavy is its weight.

In every verse you must prostrate.

Every number is mourning, every number.

She saw him enter on the shoulders.

Zaynab's heart cried out "Stand up!"

In his heart he cried out "Zaynab!"

I cannot bear to see you see me this way.

The weight of this painful night,

thousands of months are too light near the Commander.

Even the angels descend,

perhaps they come to lament near the Commander.