Kerbala is Calling..Hussain is waiting.
On the hills of Kerbala..There he stood..On his own..
On the sands of Euphrates ..Thirsty he was left.
On the land of Mesopotamia..There the defender of Muhammeds honor was slain.
Fate decreed his death. In Death greatness was achieved.
He gave his head..But refused to give his hand to the tyrant of his time.
The beating of the chest…The beatings of the heart..The rythem of the slogans…The swords cuts..All shout out..Ya Hussain..Ya Imama…Ya Madthlooma…