Moharram - Season of the Dear Ones Quick, get dressed in black Days of mourning have approached It ’s the season of dear ones Once again Moharram’s turn Let your heart - let weep blood Let your hands beat your chest Head towards the ocean By your presence prepare the shore Quick, get dressed in black Days of mourning have approached It ’s the season of dear ones Once again Moharram’s turn Sprinkle tears like rose water The flower’s falling to ground Fragrance of dear ones is smelt Ali is hunched - sure The pulse of the path is beating Fragrance of the sun’s blood is felt Muslim’s setting off to Koofa - seems to be certain The month of blood and dust has come Gushing of tears and water has come The black banners have come Karbala’s repeated once more Sprinkle tears like rose water The flower’s falling to ground Fragrance of dear ones is smelt Ali is hunched - sure Whoever sought the ocean Gained fame and became the shore Forgets his laughter To weeping becomes familiar Quick, get dressed in black Days of mourning have approached It ’s the season of dear ones Once again Moharram’s turn Sprinkle tears like rose water The flower’s falling to ground Fragrance of dear ones is smelt Ali is hunched - sure Thirst and dehydration Abbas is shaken Though Euphrates is now Khaibar Murtaza is determined Then it was Hussein’s turn Faces the battle front The nine planets were in rage The two worlds then shook The sand in flares The creation in rage The sky roared Isme Azam perishes For the agony of Zahra Maryam throws dust - look With the agony of Khatam Refreshes the grief of Adam Quick, get dressed in black Days of mourning have approached It ’s the season of dear ones Once again Moharram’s turn Sprinkle tears like rose water The flower’s falling to ground Fragrance of dear ones is smelt Ali is hunched - sure Sprinkle tears like rose water The flower’s falling to ground Fragrance of dear ones is smelt Ali is hunched - sure For the agony of Zahra Maryam throws dust - look With the agony of Khatam Refreshes the grief of Adam Quick, get dressed in black Days of mourning have approached It ’s the season of dear ones Once again Moharram’s turn Sprinkle tears like rose water The flower’s falling to ground Fragrance of dear ones is smelt Ali is hunched - sure Iltemase Dua – Hayder Shirazi Show Less >>