From the darkness of the cave
From the murders of the grave
Risen heart and purest tongue
Called the lonely to the throne
A voice a whisper midst the pain
From the soul declared insane
No one listened no one heard
Hatred defined that sinful world.
Then a son from midst that soil
One who longed for righteous toil
Took the hand out stretched in peace
Bonds of love that could never cease
Ya Ali Ali AL Mortadha
Ya wali ya wali of Allah
The earth could never be the same
The sacred house had birthed the flame
Joy and heart ache from the start
Rent asunder and cleaved apart
Holy child and sacred kin
Battled for the souls of men
Godly words filled with light
Conquered hearts and conquered spite
Filled with awe the people turned
Love for Ahmad surely burned
By his side a light sublime
Sagious warrior love divine
Ya Ali Ali AL Mortadha
Ya wali ya wali of Allah.
Valley of echoes, sacred word
Deceitful water where truth unfurled
Those who love me will love him
Those who leave him will turn to sin
Murderous slaughter in minds of men
Burning hatred for Islam
Pagan tyrants mushrikeen
Depravity of the mustakbireen.
Mighty warrior Mortadha
Fearsome soldier of Allah
Raised his sword for the world’s oppressed
Armour of god upon his chest.
Ya Ali Ali AL Mortadha
Ya wali ya wali of Allah.
The cleavened Kaaba foretold the path
Some of the saved and some of the wrath
Some would be love and some were hate
Ascension assured through the city’s gate
A cloak defines the holy proof
Lamentation their weapon of truth
The broken hearts and the vale of tears
An enemy forms when truth appears
Too much for they who opposed Ali
His justice love and piety
They feigned religion and the raiment wore
They sold their souls and revenge they swore .
Ya Ali Ali AL Mortadha
Ya wali ya wali of Allah.
The garden of Ali defiled
His holy sons would be reviled
His precious joy, sweet Fatima
Taken from him in his darkest hour.
The beloved of the mustadhafeen
Ya Amirul mumineen
Lies were spread, and deceit proclaimed
The name Ali would be defamed.
Creeping satans on the night of power
Demonic agents skulk and cower
Gentle ruku and sajdah
Precious the worship of Mortadha
Ya Ali Ali AL Mortadha
Ya wali ya wali of Allah.
The tender teacher of the poor
Taught the hearts to rise and soar
Elevated the ummahs path
Cleaved the world from sin and wrath
Martyred they our blessed Ali
In the month of serenity
At the banquet of Allah
Sacrificed our morning star
Men of Hajj and dhikrallah
As those who’d March at Karbala
Cleaved the head of the holy one
Masters of a satanic throng.
Stand all upon a precipice
A choice to make twixt hell or bliss
Cleaved unto or cleaven from
Master he the cleaven one.
Ya Ali Ali AL Mortadha
Ya wali ya wali of Allah.
See the Kaaba still it stands
Now it’s held in traitors hands
Those who walk with a faith that’s faigned
Those who live with a life profane.
Cleave they to a life of death
Witness they with every breath
Hypocrisy and evil deeds
While Orphans and poor ones they cry and bleed.
We long to walk with our Ali
A painful path it’s sure to be
So we must dwell in Allahs word
Divorce this wicked and fruitless world
Ya Ali Ali AL Mortadha
Ya wali ya wali of Allah.
Resistance surely is his way
The tyrants must be made to pay
Take up the fight, we Ayer you be
Put on the garb of unity.
The lovers, we must stand as one
Battle hard against every wrong
Inward struggle and outward war
No stone unturned no unsettled score.
In the name of Blessed Ali
On the path of Haidery
Build this hope in every land
For Imam Az-Zaman, we will make our stand.
Ya Ali Ali AL Mortadha
Ya wali ya wali of Allah.
