O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry
It is for Allah we live, and we die
My master Hussain has taught me what death ought to be
Let them rip me apart even if my family must see
His head was taken so who am I to die with it intact?
I’ll lose it in my love for Hussain if my killer fails to act
O he who seeks to kill me, to be killed I am also hoping
My life and death both lead to victory, so stop running
The blood that is spilled won’t be ordinary, you miscalculate
My lands still stand because of the blood that irrigate
O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry
It is for Allah we live, and we die
Martyrdom is freedom whichever way death reaches me
Even through torture because then my blood leaves happy
Then, even my cold body will congratulate my soul
“O soul at peace! Return to your Lord!” (89:27-28)
Near Him I will be provided for and nothing else can equate
For it is only a death if I fail to meet Him in a pure state
Whatever I achieve, it is by my Lord’s grace and generosity
Know the path to martyrdom is open to everybody
O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry
It is for Allah we live, and we die
My mother was oppressed and slapped
Martyred and saddened in Haidar’s lap
Who am I to die without a scratch?
How will I face her with my head attached?
At last, I know what that young Qassem meant
“Martyrdom is sweeter to me than honey” he said
The blood in my veins have a sweet craving
Nothing less than martyrdom will be satisfying
O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry
It is for Allah we live, and we die
Why would you mourn me if Zahraa is pleased?
Be happy if she is happy, by my death her pain is eased
Why would you be upset if my body does not return?
Don’t you know that like Fatima for anonymity I yearn?
I don’t care for Heaven, I just want Zahraa’s welcome
Her heart and body broke, and her salve is my martyrdom
For her sake I will take my final breath if my Lord accepts me
If He does-know that it is was not due to my deeds but His Mercy
O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry
It is for Allah we live, and we die
Don’t let my death sadden you but let it be a hope
If a sinner like me was chosen, then don’t give up
Allah expands the road to Him for the seeker
So be thirsty and the path will take you faster
In desperation I cry and beg to live and die for Allah
I have found what I spent my entire life searching for
I’m a student of the school of martyrdom
Each martyr is a lesson to be learned from
O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry
It is for Allah we live, and we die
From the eminence of my Imam, I will receive permission
For my martyrdom I will beg, and he will gift me an invitation
Martyrdom comes in many forms, but I want to be proud
The one after severe torture or the one that leaves no shroud
I don’t know which will weigh more on that day
My hijab or the blood that is spilled in God’s Name
To God I submit my case as I’m desperate for salvation
So, I’ll keep begging for martyrdom with conviction
O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry
It is for Allah we live, and we die
At the gates of his holy dome death shall come
It won’t be any death, but it will be martyrdom
Do you see what I see at Hussain’s shrine?
He is waiting just as I am waiting for the right time
I will beg them for what I know I don’t deserve
But my hopes for martyrdom Zaynab will preserve
She who supported, raised, and mourned the martyrs
Will know how to take me as one of their followers
O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry
It is for Allah we live, and we die
I am not in this for profit although indeed there is no loss
For God’s pleasure and Company, I have taken these vows
There is nothing greater-I will only serve my Lord
By my life and death, it is God Who must be adored
You cannot change me or undue God’s guidance
Every morning I renew my promise and allegiance
We cannot mourn Imam Hussain if we hesitate
We should rush to martyrdom-we’re already late
O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry
It is for Allah we live, and we die