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Rested (Latmiya) by Ammar Al Nashed on Rawda.
Artist: Ammar Al Nashed
Language: en

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I came to your door for I have no door
I roam Bayn al-Haramayn stranded
Like the arrow that in your eye rested
The nail behind the door in me rested
Mohsin is calling out to me, "Umma"
The thought of Asghar has left me breathless
Abu Fadl, they tell me at your door
nobody knocks and leaves empty-handed, stranded
I came to your door for I have no door
I roam between al-Haramain stranded
Like the arrow that in your eye rested
The nail behind the door in me rested
Mohsin is calling out to me, "Umma"
The thought of Asghar has left me breathless
يا أبا الفضل (6x)O Abu Fadl
يا زهراءO Zahra
يا أبا الفضل (2x)O Abu Fadl
Abu Fadl, they tell me at your door
Nobody knocks and leaves empty-handed.
I came to your door for I have no door.
I roam Bayn al-Haramayn stranded.
Like the arrow that in your eye rested,
The nail behind the door in me rested.
Muhsin is calling out to me, "Umma."
The thought of Asghar has left me breathless.
Ya Abu Fadl, (9x)O Abu Fadl,
I am Zahra.
Ya Abu Fadl,O Abu Fadl,
I am Zahra.
I came to intercede through you.
You and me both know what I am seeking.
I'm leaving my request with your tomb.
The eye that only sought the Lord's pleasing,
Beside the nail there is no eye pleasing.
So you know and I know what I'm seeking.
Without my request I'm not leaving.
Ya Abu Fadl, Ya Abu Fadl. (3x)O Abu Fadl, O Abu Fadl.
Ya Abu Fadl. (2x)O Abu Fadl.
Listen, listen.
The angel brought to us some of that sand.
The angel brought us some of that sand.
Told the Holy Prophet about that land.
That you will throw the water and both hands.
When here I am reaching to you my hand.
The men who are free understand this sign.
You and Hussein conversed without speaking.
In your silence so much is spoken.
I ask you by the ribs that were broken.
Ya Abu Fadl, Ya Abu Fadl.O Abu Fadl, O Abu Fadl.
Ya Abu Fadl.O Abu Fadl.
یا ابو فاضل (4x)O Abu Fadl.
انشاءالله ما تعبت یا ابو فاضلMay you never be weary, O Abu Fadl.
یه قلب مبتلا تو این سینهستThere is an afflicted, longing heart in this chest.
مریضم و دوام ابوالفضلهI am sick, and my cure is Abu al-Fadl.
سینهزنِ وقفِ آقای ابوالفضلهThis chest-beating mourner is dedicated to Master Abu al-Fadl.
اون که چشیده طعم این عشقهThe one who has tasted this love,
غیر تو هیچکسی ندیدهhas seen no one besides you.
غیر تو هیچکس منو نمیشناسهNo one knows me except you.
اگه میشه روی سنگ قبرم بنویسید این سینهزن رایت العباسهIf possible, write on my tombstone: 'This mourner belongs to the standard of al-Abbas.'
سرم مال ابوالفضلهMy head belongs to Abu al-Fadl.
دل تنگم دنبال ابوالفضلهMy longing heart yearns for Abu al-Fadl.
یا ابوالفضل (3x)O Abu al-Fadl!
یا ابوالفضل یا ابوالفضلO Abu al-Fadl, O Abu al-Fadl!
یا ابوالفضل (3x)O Abu al-Fadl!
من منتسب به این درمI am devoted to this threshold,
من منتسب به این در و حیدرمI am devoted to this threshold and to Haydar.
I'm asking you by the Dasht-e-Karbala,
by the loneliness of your brother,
and by the flag that fell near the river.
I ask you by the moon, the sun, and rain.
Don't make me ask you by my son Hussein.
Wipe away with your holy hand this pain.
Leave your grave and come to Zainab,
Ya Abu Fadel, (3x)O Abu al-Fadl,
Ya Abu Fadl, (4x)O Abu Fadl,
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