قبر خولة
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Get up, the dut is burning fire oh the one who will take vengeance
Listen to the voice of childhood from the grave of Khawla
The shrine is shouting
Hasten!
A child fatigued with captivity
She does not know where the caravan is going
Her tears exude a complaint
She is very scared
Oh Aunt, I am very thirsty
My smile has died
Who will quench my thirst with water
And who will take this sadness orphanhood from my chest
Oh Aunt, get up and look at my sorrows
They have turned my eyes blind
Oh aunt Zaynab, please take me to my father
Khawla is suffering and the journey is very hard
Her sorrows would melt mountains
Oh my master, will you forget these tragedies?
Oh Aba Saleh
Get up, the dut is burning fire oh the one who will take vengeance
Listen to the voice of childhood from the grave of Khawla
The shrine is shouting
Hasten!
Oh Aba Saleh, do you know
What has happened to Khawla?
A girl who reverberated her complaint
To a father she has never forgotten
She endured from a young age the pain of orphanhood
A pain that no one could endure
A little girl who died from her tribulations
Who will take revenge for her?
The tribulation of the children was reflected
In the weaning of an infant from the progeny of Batool
Baalbek and killing to Khawla
Oh my master will you forget the orphan
Crossing the villages complaining of oppression
What a great tribulation it was
Get up, the dut is burning fire oh the one who will take vengeance
Listen to the voice of childhood from the grave of Khawla
The shrine is shouting
Hasten!
If the afflictions of history were to be narrated
And the sorrows of the universe to be written
It would not equal a tenth
Of the sorrows that exhausted Zaynab
Khawla in her lap crying
And a baby next to her wailing
Where will she go with these orphans? when her gut is burning with thirst
When Zaynab is mentioned, we remember
The peak of Excellency tortured with captivity
Forced into captivity and robbed
Oh my master, will you forget the orphans
Who endured tribulations in Karbala
And the enemies burnt their tents
Get up, the dut is burning fire oh the one who will take vengeance
Listen to the voice of childhood from the grave of Khawla
The shrine is shouting
Hasten!
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