By Cyrus McGoldrick:

Ashura

I saw a casket go by, and as it passed,

An image came to mind – long was its path.

I thought of the years, the tears and the laughs…

Signs for the future writ in blood of the past.

An image came to mind – long was its path:

A revolution planned so the circle can last.

Signs for the future writ in blood of the past…

Lines sound familiar but now we are the cast.

A revolution planned so the circle can last…

Every day’s Ashura and the armies amass,

Lines sound familiar but now we are the cast.

Crying out, "Imam-e-man Hussain ast!"

Today is Ashura and the armies amass…

I think of the years, the tears and the laughs.

I cry out "Imam-e-man Hussain ast!"

Today is Ashura, some truths can never pass…