Spirit of Hussain
Take us to our graves
Take us as Shaheed
Take us as your slaves
Oh lonely hearts
Broken by the pain
Oh every tear
Calls out Hussains name
Every single kiss
Reminds us of Hussains lips
Every tortured face
Holds a sacred place
Spirit of Hussain
Take us to our graves
Take us as Shaheed
Take us as your slaves
Oh tearful ones
Can you see the babe
Can you see his smile witnessed for a while
Can you see your sons
Born unto your wives
Can you hear their cry’s
See tears in their eyes
Can you imagine then
Never seeing them again
This was our Hussain
Ali Asghar was his pain
Spirit of Hussain
Take us to our graves
Take us as Shaheed
Take us as your slaves
Oh our sweet Abbas
Where are your sacred hands
Where are your shining eyes
Plundered upon the sands
Where is your valiant heart
Where is your sword so sharp
To quench the thirst of the pure
Courageous you surely were
Spirit of Hussain
Take us to our graves
Take us as Shaheed
Take us as your slaves
Oh daughter of Haydar
Your sweet heart bears the scars
Oh beloved of Batoul
You felt their hate so cruel
Oh sisters in Islam
Imagine yourselves in Sham
Imagine the pain and hurt
Displayed for that cursed dirt
From the gaze of man you guard
Though the way is always hard
Your the heirs of sweet Zainab
Mujahidah for hijab
Spirit of Hussain
Take us to our graves
Take us as Shaheed
Take us as your slaves
From Ashoura to Arbaeen
Our hearts ache for Hussain
The suffering of Rabab of Zainab and Sajjad
The blood flows through our veins
It’s burning and full of shame
Our love of Rasul Allah
Drags us to Karbala
Yet on which side would we stand
Would our blood fall on the sand
Spirit of Hussain
Take us to our graves
Take us as Shaheed
Take us as your slaves
The call of our Hussain
Echoes from age to age
Let’s die like sweet Abbas
And give all for Allahs Nasr
Let our bodies be burnt and torn
Our jihad is not forlorn
Look well through our tearful eyes
Search well and we’ll realise
That Hussain surely survived
In revolution he’s alive
Spirit of Hussain
Take us to our graves
Take us as Shaheed
Take us as your slaves
The years have passed and flown
The seed of our love is sown
The enemies they reel
For hatred is all they feel
They burn they kill they maim
As their empires fall in shame
They narrate their darkened tale
But their plots and schemes will fail
The curse they bare is real
Held by the holy seal
For the head of our caravan
Is as sahib azaman…
Spirit of Hussain
Take us to our graves
Take us as Shaheed
Take us as your slaves
Spirit of Hussain
Take us to our graves
Take us as Shaheed
Take us as your slaves
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