Oh sweet love, I lost myself for you

O Jawad al-Aimmah
O Jawad al-Aimmah
Oh sweet love, I lost myself for you.
Oh sweet passion, I lost my mind for you.
Tonight I have locked myself at the door of Bab al-Murad until my request is fulfilled.
My sustenance and livelihood comes from Hazrat Jawad.
Mourners who cry at Kazmeen Corner
Remembrance of the heart of Jawad, or Reza, or Hussain
I have tied myself to Reza’s son.
I am restless in love with my Karbala
O Habibi or Jawadalameh…
Your lips are thirsty, sad and tired.
The killer closed the door on you.
She is waiting for you to die
Tears of sorrow are falling on your face.
You have moans and they cheer.
There is no mother or sister by your side.
Not even a single servant is there.
O Habibi or Jawadalameh…
On the roof, you are alone, a stranger.
Your face is on the ground. God bless you.
Thank God no one is spearing you.
Wings and feathers have become a shade over your face.
There is also someone near the claws of your hair.
At least your body is safe.
It is safe from the clutches of enemies.
Oh Hussain, oh Hussain Hussain…