See that's what they can't comprehend,
To them this life is all, then that's the end.
So they push and bully their way around,
Occupy my river, and all that surrounds.
But the river does not quench my thirst!
It is blood, mine own, I must spill first.
When will I be blessed, honour this great,
Worry not, it is soon my date.
Take me, chain me, my flesh, cut a slice.
This life, a game, a roll of dice.
My neck, lord accept this sacrifice,
My chest still broad, while they scatter like mice.
For I grasp truth, reality.
It gives me comfort, serenity.
And I will give everything, charity,
Till my home is free, liberty.
So then Syed Hassan, why should I mourn?
My goal, side to side, have my limbs torn.
Why frown when I want Ali's fate,
Why frown when I want Ali's state,
Why frown, while I'm anxious for that date,
O people shower me, with some of Ali's hate.
Victory is yet ours, I make the claim.
We read history, it remains the same.
Khandaq and khayber, worse odds seen,
Success is ours, their heads off clean.
Yet death, to my heart is dear.
They fail to understand, there is no fear.
I beg you then, honey let me taste.
O beloved bones, let us make haste.
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