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Night is a history of longing, and you are my night.

Those who steal our dreams, would have stolen our lives too.

Your voice is still in my Ears And the longing in my Chest crushes my Ribs.

"You're loved when you're born, you're loved when you die, in between you have to manage."

‏وش لقيت فيهم ومالقيت فيني

‏وش عطوك اكثر مما عطيتك

What did you find in them that you didn't find in me?

What did they give you more than I gave you?

لقَد حَررتُك مِني غِبْ وتَلاشَ إلى الأبَدْ

I have freed you from me long ago, and you have vanished forever...

‏ لم أعُد ذاك المرح ، أهلكني التفكير

I am no longer that joyful one; thinking has destroyed me.

‏ رُبما نصف كلامي في عيني

Maybe half of my words are in my eyes

مَاذا أفادتني هدايا أُهديت بعدَ اكتفاك؟

What good are gifts given after death?

‏ ربمَا لا أعرف كيف أصف مابداخلي‏ _لكَني هُلكت.

Perhaps I don't know how to describe what's inside me _but I am ruined.

‏ إذا أردت الرحيل، فلا تنسَ أن تحرق قوارب العودة .

If you wish to depart, do not forget to burn the boats of return.

‏ ليتنا لم نكبر أبدًا.. ليت الأيام أبقتنا كما كنا .

I wish we had never grown up.. I wish the days had kept us as we were.

‏ روحي مَدينةٌ مَهجورة..!

My soul is an abandoned city.

‏ عندما لا أجد شخصاً اخبره بما في قلبي .

When I can't find someone to tell what's in my heart.

There is no king like حُسَيْن(as)

"Call me to your streets,

O Hussain That I may breathe the fragrance for which the Prophet yearned."

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