Hello mother.

The owner of the unmarked grave, greetings to the mother

The throne and angels fall at your feet

They rise in respect for you

The time for your prayer is the Day of Judgment

Just as the angels greet you

Pray, the darkness of the night will become dawn

From the light that shines on your face

Pray for us at the time of your qunut

The world needs you and your prayers

When a mother gets sick, she is still a mother

She cannot sleep because of the thought of her children

She cries blood with the tears of her children

She is not without herself, heaven has fallen under her feet

The owner of the unmarked grave, greetings to the mother

Where should I come to visit you, mother

My sister-in-law, every moment, Anna, Evin Abad

Qara’in Mustafa, Evin Abad

The year of my sacrifice, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life, my life

My sister-in-law, every moment, Mrs. Evin Abad

The year of my sacrifice, my life, my life, my life

My father-in-law, Fakhr al-Dal, my father-in-law

In my life, my back has been warmed with pride

The shade of the night’s tent Always

In the shade of your night prayer tent always

I feel that I have grown old and my love has taken root in my heart

And I feel that your love has taken root in my heart

That motherly kindness is the reason

Your motherly gaze has caused

People are like if I am respected

That I am respected among people

God knows that I am a human being

God knows that since childhood

I have been a kind of person

I have special desires for you

You are the light of my existence, the world of my heart is happy

I have become happy with the light of your existence in this world

Hey, I am proud of my age, my mother

And I am proud that you are my mother

The grace of my life, my mother

With your grace, my life has been organized

The eternal love, the sacrifice of my life, my first love

And I hope that my life will be sacrificed with your love and affection

My dear, every moment, Mrs. Evinabad

And I constantly say to myself that your house is Abad

The eye of Mustafa Evinabad

O light of Mustafa’s (PBUH) eyes, your house is Abad

O owner of the unmarked grave, greetings to mother

Where should I come to visit you, mother