Efforts: Isha Haider Hasnain
He is Sajjad, He is Sajjad
1) The young ailing warrior, the son of Hussain, x 2
Who battled with his patience throughout his pain,
Who stood against tyranny, despite those chains, x 2
Who watched the bodies of his beloved all slain
He is Sajjad, He is Sajjad
2) Just-Allah knew his helplessness, when-he watched those burning tents x2
Every vein in his body screamed out and did lament
The cries of Lady Zainab for Abbas, made him faint x2
At such a young age, how is his back bent?
He is Sajjad, He is Sajjad
3) He-bled tears of misery, from Karbala to Kufa, and Shaam to Medina x2
With every step he took, he remembered Hussain,
The blisters and the thorns, in his feet still remain x 2
But on his lips was always Allah’s name ---
He is Sajjad, He is Sajjad
4) Being tied with his sisters, his aunties, and the children, x 2
The heat of the journey made his illness overgrown-
Was this pain not enough-they also pelted them with stones x 2
The scald on their bodies from the boiling water thrown. ---
He is Sajjad, He is Sajjad
5) The view of heads on spears, still-was-in-his teary eyes,- x 2
But in Bazaar-e-Sham, did his soul horrify,
He cried and begged for veils, from every passerby, x2
With each and every glance at the ladies, he died ---
He is Sajjad, He is Sajjad.