Chorus

The moon of Muharram, times of sadness have come

The crescent has now arrived, casting gloom on Karbala, casting gloom on Karbala

1

Betrayal by the Kufans, set this moon on its course

Calling out for their guide, treachery with no remorse

Muslim and his sons, what a tragedy

Oh what a calamity, the moon bleeds to forsee

2

On the ninth it heard the prayers of those pure souls

Fought the rising sun, for perhaps this could be its role

Akber's adhaan so clear, this moon filled with fear

How will it possibly arise and see the state of those dear?

3

It saw the six month infant, no water but an arrow

That night it shone its light on, Rabaab filled with such sorrow

To see my Asghar I crave, I hear nothing but his cries

Oh sun please do not arise, and with this mother sympathise

4

Witnessed it the trampling on Shaame Gharibaa

Saw that night the terror, bodies scattered afar

Tents looted and on fire, earrings snatched from Rukayya

This moon also in such pains, this household bound in chains

5

From this month my bibi, had to wander veilless

Zahra's grave is restless, for her daughter, princess

The cloak of purity, for this mother so holy

The beloved of Fatema paraded in the bazaar