The lost has dared to face the first,

The water's stood against the thirst.

Abbas has gone to bring the aid,

his moonlight began to fade,

tearing through all the foe's blockade.

A thirsty man reaches the lake,

under the burning sun,

but you did what no other body would do.

You raised the water near your lips

and you denied yourself the same.

Hussein Maula, Maula, MaulaHussein, my Master, my Master, my Master

Oh Hussain, Moulai, Moulai, Moulai.O Hussein, my Master, my Master, my Master.

As he arrived at the river bank,

dropping the flag, Zainab's heart sank.

And in between the lake and tents,

Abbas, you soon make a lament.

Breathing to them like you are a lion.

You turn the left to the right flank.

Into the battlefield he delved

and started speaking to himself.

And started speaking to myself.

Heading towards the children.

Sakina is my goal.

Carrying all their hopes in my arms.

Speaking out to my soul.

Heading towards the children.

Sakina is your goal.

Carrying all their hopes in your arms.

Speaking out to your soul.

I am Abbas of Ali.

I am the death in this valley.

Within my left is Mikail

And in my right is Izra'il

Blood has never flown through my veins

Only the love for my Hussein

And now the love I have will drain

As it will be spilt on the plains

حُسَيْن مَوْلَى مَوْلَىHussein, my Master, my Master

يَا مَوْلَىO Master

يَا حُسَيْن مَوْلَىO Hussein, my Master

يَا مَوْلَى (2x)O Master

Hussein, you lost your friends, your dears

And your demise is drawing near

The foes surround you like the air

And you surround their hearts with fear

Your Zaynab is too weak to stand

From the tents she looks onto the land

Your hardship and struggle she sees

As you carry the dead bodies

My Lord, my Lord, my Lord

Hussein, my Lord, my Lord, my Lord