The Fount Of Karbala

Oh fount of Karbala
Oh spring of Fatima
For us each day is Ashura
The mercy of Kawthar…

Only loss and misery
Dust and darkness all we see
Fear and hurt the bitter pain
Wa wayla our sad refrain

Oh see the martyred sweet Abbas
Cry out our hearts alas alas
No coolness for the furrowed brows
We bare our witness like a shroud

Oh fount of Karbala
Oh spring of Fatima
For us each day is Ashura
The mercy of Kawthar…

The holy sight can not be borne
The worldly plight for which we mourn
There dwells eternal mystery
On Zainabs hill we come to see

Surely it flows this blessed Kawthar
The martyrs blood it runs afar
A witness rests upon the soil
A sacrifice of love and toil.

Oh fount of Karbala
Oh spring of Fatima
For us each day is Ashura
The mercy of Kawthar…

Upon the air a sweet perfume
Believing souls lament and swoon
The sound of echoed laughter lost
The infants cry drowned in the dust

Beneath the hooves beneath the bombs
Forgotten now those hopeful songs
The school becomes an Ashoura
The vivid cry of sweet Asghar.

Oh fount of Karbala
Oh spring of Fatima
For us each day is Ashura
The mercy of Kawthar…

The throats are parched the hunger burns
The father weeps the mother yearns
For every place a Karbala
A Palestine a Dhahiya

The silence of the lonely plain
Ignites the thunder and the flames
Beneath the rubble lay the hands
His prayer embracing all the lands

Oh fount of Karbala
Oh spring of Fatima
For us each day is Ashura
The mercy of Kawthar…

Oh sacred souls that would not bend
To make the stand that cannot end
They’re souls now blowing on the breeze
Raise the oppressed from off their knees

The victory of Allah
Assured by the remembrance of Ashura
Of Karbala
The martyrs sacred blood
Anoints the heads of witnesses
Of Shuhadah
For Fatima..

Oh fount of Karbala
Oh spring of Fatima
For us each day is Ashura
The mercy of Kawthar…

The victory of Allah
Tis fragrant with the blood of sacred Ulema
The morning stars
Eternal are their names
Shaheed as Sadr Beheshti and Mutahari
Imam Khomeini..

I hear the voice of dear Imaad
Sayyidy Abbas and Raghib Harb
Shaheed Hassan the Nasrullah
Inheritance of Ashura

Today tomorrow Kawther flows
The tree of martyrdom still grows
Never be bowed be ever free
We cry the name Sayyid Ali…

The victory of Allah
Tis fragrant with the blood of sacred Ulema
The morning stars
Eternal are their names
Shaheed as Sadr Beheshti and Mutahari
Imam Khomeini..

Today tomorrow Kawther flows
The tree of martyrdom still grows
Never be bowed be ever free
We cry the name Sayyid Ali…

Oh fount of Karbala
Oh spring of Fatima
For us each day is Ashura
The mercy of Kawthar…