Mola Hussain Noha Muharram Oh My Hussain 2016 Imran Datoo 2016

786-110 Mola Hussain Noha Muharram Oh My Hussain 2016 Imran Datoo 2016 Imran Datoo's second track from the new Muharram album 2016 Available to download on iTunes at http://itunes.apple.com/album/id11617... Track - Oh My Hussain Reciter - Imran Datoo Poet - Zain Haider Awan Video and editing - Sardar Films Imran Datoo (2016) Karbal mein lahoo se Kuch aise khaak pe Be rida saidaniya hai Oh my Hussain Oh my Hussain In your final moments. The ground shakes with agony and pain, see your mother is by your side, with every piece of me I had brought you up, now to pieces I have seen you fall. You have seen to much.. Your lord now calls you. Come my thirsty, broken, Son. Come my Hussain. Oh my Hussain, Oh my Hussain x2 1. Your back - lay on the burning sands, and your lips, thirsty and dry As they draw closer to you, my son I am, always with you Jib-ra-el, descends from the sky too, And you know, that I’m here with you.   2. How can I stand and watch you fall, How can I see you all alone, As my ribs, broke back then, now my heart to pieces fall And I cry, out to my father to see, how my Son, they torture you.   3. For Your Son, oh my Son I weep, for his death in his infancy, Like a rose, shedding its life, his bleeding neck on your arm bled And your beard, in his blood is dyed. the skies they, too mourn for you 4. All the time, you were by their side, to your companions now call, Unshrouded corpses remain, of your soldiers hussain, Here I am, to your call I head, my son, you are never alone. 5. See how the starts to dust have turned, as the blood, from your forehead runs, All of creation laments, seeing your pierced and battered chest, So then ask, how will your mother bear, your final moments Hussain. 6. Your Sister, Zainab will now see, your broken headless body Your head Upon the spears does rise, for her to see, And in chains, they shackle the queen, for her brother Hussain. 7. I was with you when abbas did fall, when to his master he did call, Oh my master hussain, come to my aid, come to my aid, How will the, Brothers Meet, with nor arms, How will Abbas Embrace? 8. Now my son, Mahdi I call to you, as I did, from the door aflamed, We are broken, and torn, like your heart, I know my son, I pray for, your life to avenge, my broken and beaten hussain,