اللهم انا نشکوا الیک فقد نبینا .. غیبت ولینا .. کثرت عدونا .. و قله عددنا؛ آقابیا آقابیا .. به کی شکایت ببرم به کی بگم دردامو جوونیمم رفت و هنوز من ندیدم آقامو این الطالب، بدم المقتول بکربلا .. نور میبینم خیمه ات رو دارم از دور میبینم آه میبینم سر درِ خیمه ت پرچم سیاه میبینم آه میبینم دیگه راهی نمونده هی خودم رو میکشونم دستمو بگیر بتونم که خودم رو برسونم اللهم عجل لولیک الفرج

Whoever cried for you became a gentleman The one who took your color became beautiful You have always given honor to Russia As soon as the river reached the sea, it became a sea Except that healing came with Hossein's tail Whoever became a beggar in your house became a messiah Your red flag has been raised again, sir Our crying table was prepared again What happy memories I have of you I always found myself in a good mood I always heard your name and my heart trembled I always mentioned your name and it got stuck Always follow the path of Karbalais The mother's prayer was broken, Zahra became * Very Zainab tonight, mother! Mother! He said... The tradition says: Whoever goes to Karbala, Hazrat Zahra, may God bless him and grant him peace, prays for him that he is going to Karbala, baby! Make a prayer for us tonight, Arbaeen is near, may the reward of our service be a trip to Karbala for these ten nights... Baby! Raise your broken hands tonight, pray for Hussain's crying, say: God! Take this servant of my child to Karbala...* Take me, don't let me go, I'll go to Hussain! What can you write, was it signed for you? هر آنکه گریه برای تو کرد آقا شد کسی که رنگ شما را گرفت زیبا شد به روسیاه، همیشه تو آبرو دادی همینکه رود به دریا رسید دریا شد مگر نه اینکه شفا با دَمِ حسین رسید گدای خانه ی تو هرکه شد، مسیحا شد دوباره پرچم سرخت بلند شد آقا بساط گریه ی ما باز هم مهیّا شد

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