Abaya Of Tears

Nothing in my hands
Loneliness and sorrow
Falling while I stand
Guilty to my marrow

How I feel the flames
Lapping at my body
Running towards desire
Chasing after folly

Abaya of woe
Abaya of forgiveness
Abaya of rope
For souls that bare the blisters
Shroud for the alone
Shroud for the alone

Ya Zainab
Ya Zainab
Holy Zainab
Holy Zainab
Ya Zainab
Ya Zainab

Tortured is my soul
How my heart is broken
Bitter are my tears
Fearful is my falling

Offered such a choice
Neath the shroud of darkness
In my head his voice
Tell me where your heart is?

Abaya of pain
Abaya of sorrows
Woven from the chains
Woven by the horrors
Abaya of love
Abaya of love

Should I choose to leave
What fate would befall me
Eternally to grieve
Abandon he who calls me

Even if I ran
Still I’d see the burning
The hardest of the hearts
Forever they are yearning

Every hour I hear the screams
Every breath breathes the oppression
While Iam awake or in my dreams
Love for Hussain is my confession

Abaya of tears
Abaya of jennah
Shroud for all our fears
Shroud of no surrender
Lovers of Hussain
Lovers of Hussain

How I wish I knew
Why my mother bore me
For wretchedness and fear
Is all that stands before me

If only she had not
Nurtured and adored me
For surely I must know
The place I have before thee

Abaya of hope
Comfort for the broken
Neath that blessed cloak
Tender words are spoken
Kiss the precious hem
Kiss that precious hem

Holy are the wombs
Knitted there perfection
Precious are the souls
Whisper their affection

Souls from before time
Hear her tortured calling
Safe within the shroud
Infant tears are falling

Abaya of rebirth
Abaya of yearning
Such amazing worth
Shroud for the returning
Abaya of truth
Abaya of truth

The abaya of Zainab
Adorns the sacred martyrs
Raises them aloft
To where Husains heart is.

Adorns our blessed Imam
In lonely isolation
The imam who feels the pain
Of every generation.

Our imam who guides the hand
Sacrificed for freedom
The one whose blessed voice
Brings hope to the forsaken .

Abaya of the choice
Abaya of resistance
Abaya of the voice
That cries out with persistence
Never to be bowed
Never to be bowed.

Burning is my tent
In this vale of error
All my clothes are rent
Gone are all my fetters

Zainabs tears they quench
The flames of my rebellion
From my heart is wrenched
Satans vile dominion

Abaya of the pure
Abaya of Zainab
Robe of all the sure
Mercy of Muhammad
Abaya of Zahra
Abaya of Hussainys
Comfort for the lost
Comfort for the lost