Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

The cradle of revelation,

An ancient light that is fading,

Archangels are in his station.

Patience learned from her home, patience. (2x)

Ali, you fought the jinn the Lord created from flames.

Ali, "Ask me before I leave," none else made this claim.

Ali, they have gathered the wood and have lit the flames.

Ali, I'm asking you by all the Lord's holy names. (2x)

The lady rose leaves her scent even on the hands that by the door crushed her.

On the Day of Resurrection, God will only be forgiving the door.

They said to him, "Do you know who is behind that door?"

And he said, "Zahra."

They came ready with intent,

no guilt or regret,

to the Prophet's daughter.

The moon would have never been,

nor earth and no heaven's stars,

if it were not for the light of Fatima al-Zahra.

The angels' conversation when God announced Adam's creation:

"Will You make therein such nations,

who will kill their Prophet's children?" (2x)

Ali, you lifted up the door of Khaybar alone, Ali.

But how do you carry the light of the throne, Ali?

The victor of the trench is none else so brave, Ali.

Yet you struggle to dig for your rose a grave, Ali.

Yet you struggle to dig for your rose a grave.

Zaynab is wandering from room to a room,

waiting for her mother.

She carries a heavy burden for Hussein on the day of Ashura.

She carries a kiss from Muhsin for the neck of Imam Hussein's Asghar.

One on the chest of Hussein, Allahu Akbar,

from the mother Zahra.

Zaynab, you have yet to see what no other eye should see.

Muhsin, Ali, and Hassan, after Hussein you see Sham.