Ya Zainab Ya Zainab
Voice of the oppressed
Ya Zainab ya Zainab
Champion of the blessed
Guardian of the weak
Mother of the meek
Guardian of the weak
Mother of the meek
Holy Zainab
Holy Zainab.
1. See the path in the dust
Dragged across the sand
Burning the searing heat
Walking hand in hand
Shackled by heavy chain
Women and child
Wounded and traumatised
Tortured and defiled
Dragged from place to place
Their aim was to disgrace
People jeered and stared
Curses they declared
Curses they declared
Curses they declared
Ya Zainab Ya Zainab
Voice of the oppressed
Ya Zainab ya Zainab
Champion of the blessed
Guardian of the weak
Mother of the meek
Guardian of the weak
Mother of the meek
Holy Zainab
Holy Zainab.
2. Midst the crowd
Shadow like
Hearing what they say
Jeering and mockingly
Children laugh and play
Know they not who it is
Midst this caravan
Guardian less burdened
Displayed before all Sham
Cried they alas
Where is Abbas
Cried they alas
Where is Abbas
Where is Abbas??
Ya Zainab Ya Zainab
Voice of the oppressed
Ya Zainab ya Zainab
Champion of the blessed
Guardian of the weak
Mother of the meek
Guardian of the weak
Mother of the meek
Holy Zainab
Holy Zainab.
1. Zainab now enters
The court of vile Yazeed
Demons cry out his name
Praising all his deeds
Say they.. See what Allahs done to your Hussain?
Mocked Zainab boastfully cursed her blessed name.
Laughing and jeering at Zainal Abedeen
Shadowey witnesses weeping at the scene
What is in their hearts?
Faith it plays no part
Evilness and sin
All that is within
Betrayed they Zainab
Betrayed they Zainab!
Ya Zainab Ya Zainab
Voice of the oppressed
Ya Zainab ya Zainab
Champion of the blessed
Guardian of the weak
Mother of the meek
Guardian of the weak
Mother of the meek
Holy Zainab
Holy Zainab.
2. Bloody and beaten
Chains tear at their flesh
Wounds that will never heal
Witness their distress
Step forward our Ali
Zaynul Abedeen
Cries out oh gaze at me
Whose face have you seen?
Do you not recognise the son of Fatima?
From the first of the first Holy Mustafa ?
See no resemblance to the face of Murtadha ?
I am the son of Makkah and Mina
See you the off spring of Zamzam and Safa.
Son of sweet Hussain
Slaughtered on that plain
Nought but blood and sand
On your governor’s hands
Curse then Yazeed
Curse then Yazeed!!
Ya Zainab Ya Zainab
Voice of the oppressed
Ya Zainab ya Zainab
Champion of the blessed
Guardian of the weak
Mother of the meek
Guardian of the weak
Mother of the meek
Holy Zainab
Holy Zainab.
1. Midst all the blood and dust,
Sorrow and the jeers
Silence falls then descends the fragrance of her tears.
Faces contorted as on the judgement day
Shamelessly witnessing evil on display
Zainab cries out Oh reflect on all your deeds
Arrogant murderous in whom will you plead
Our prophet set men free
Justice he decreed
Allah may delay
But surely he’ll repay
Trust in Allah
Trust in Allah
Ya Zainab Ya Zainab
Voice of the oppressed
Ya Zainab ya Zainab
Champion of the blessed
Guardian of the weak
Mother of the meek
Guardian of the weak
Mother of the meek
Holy Zainab
Holy Zainab.
2. Son of the freed ones
You swagger with out shame
You cover your women but
The Prophets you defame.
You’ve ordered the torment of the holy and the chaste
And at Karbala lie the bodies of the blessed.
You’ve pulled your own skin and you’ve cut off your own flesh.
For I see the victory of the righteous and oppressed.
Though misery abound
Victory can be found
Joy for the serene
Beauty’s all I’ve seen
For holy Ashoura
Al Hamdullillah
For holy Ashura
Alhamdullillah
Al hamdullilah
Ya Zainab Ya Zainab
Voice of the oppressed
Ya Zainab ya Zainab
Champion of the blessed
Guardian of the weak
Mother of the meek
Guardian of the weak
Mother of the meek
Holy Zainab
Holy Zainab.
Zainabu witness to
The message of tabyeen
Clarifies the battle gainst
The vile mustakbireen
The flag of resistance
The cloak of Al Kisa
Zainab she leads the charge
The scream from Ashoura
Though heads may be severed
And Bodies torn apart
Children lay tortured
Oh witness Karbala
Yet I see in the distance
A warrior a far
A grandson of eternity
The Hujjah of Allah
He’ll cast off all the chains
Avenger of Hussain
Our tears must now be swords
To taste this blessed reward
For the beauty to be seen
We must be warriors of tabyeen
Mujahid of Tabyeen
Mujahid of Tabyeen..
Ya Zainab Ya Zainab
Voice of the oppressed
Ya Zainab ya Zainab
Champion of the blessed
Guardian of the weak
Mother of the meek
Guardian of the weak
Mother of the meek
Holy Zainab
Holy Zainab.
