Zair-e-Hussein

An honoured guest,

Separate from the rest.

Welcome, welcome, oh beloved of Hussein.

Witness the land where he was slain.

For with this visit, elevated is your name.

For with this visit, you will never be the same.

For with this visit, estemed is your burial ground.

For with this visit o azadar, angels surround.

And on this visit, let me join, if you allow.

I will not walk, I am carried, ask how!

On my left is Akber, yet in his chest no spear,

It seems the king of Najaf has healed his dear.

You too will be cured, in his name just ask!

Ali never fails his Son, makes easy your task.

Abal fadhl, Abbas flanks my right.

Acceptance of my duas, watertight!

His flag, strapped to my back.

I have Abbas, what could I ever lack!

With this, I stumble, land at my master's grave.

Burdened, buckets of sin, yet a blessed slave.

Underserving, yet I've got this call.

From Furat's Master, to this humble soul.

Here God listens to every prayer.

So Allah, peel back mine sinful layer.

And instil, your praise, in my every breath.

The Ahlulbayt, none else, till my death.

And let me serve in the name of your Third,

And let me be the pride of His herd.

And let me visit His holy shrine.

His love, His spirit, make it mine.

For sure, blessings, with this visit will come.

For all and the many, not just the some. 

This blessing, this feeling, how did I attain?

This blessing, this feeling, I could never explain.

Apart from yours, I will not have any pain.

My love for you has driven me insane.

Then my soul forever roars, labbayk ya Hussein!