 The year I don't see his grave, that's the year I become blind. The arba'een that I'm not there, rest assured that's the day I've died. The year I don't see his grave is the year I become blind. The arba'een that I'm not there, rest assured that's the day I've died. Be it that I'm full of youth or that I'm frail and old, his shrine gives me wolf. Without it I'm frail and cold. God forgive me if on judgment day I am asked when I'm cold, you missed arba'een once of its greatness, weren't you told? God forgive me if on judgment day I am asked when I am cold, you missed arba'een once of its greatness, aren't you told? When you told when I'm cold for questioning with dust in my hair I'll come, holding the flag that I held when I walked to Ali's son. Whatever I lost in life on that walk so much more I'd find. The arba'een that I'm not there, rest assured that's the day I've died. I smelled the dust of my heaven walking on that road. The dust that rose traveled with me to heaven's abode. Perhaps it's because the flood of the ark of Noah here once flowed and upon it Hussain the ship of salvation had rode. I see waves float to his grave. I see waves float to his grave. Waves of souls and of people and I see him take him and I see him take them all with him when his ship would set sail. The people he took with him on the road to him have died. The arba'een that I'm not there, rest assured that I've died. It was once upon this road that they walked as captives. It was once upon this road that they walked as captives. Yet alongside her daughters know that Zaynab still lives. I see that flags into our hands, Ruqayah's hand gives. I see that flags into our hands, Ruqayah's hand gives. And the walk of the queen of Hashem every walker relives. But remember as we walk and as in our eyes trickle tears. Remember as we walk and as in our eyes trickle tears. We all walk by Mawakib. Zaynab walked by heads on spears. The stars that sit in the sky with Mawakib are aligned. The arba'een that I'm not there rest assured is that I've died. Yes, yes, yes, we walk yearly on this road the walk of the free. But would we return if impossible it would be? Recall those who were executed for walking on this way. Recall those who were executed for walking on this way. Those who when they reached Hussain's grave for their lives they prayed. O Allah, make me of those when by Hussain's grave they would stand. Had no left hand to be cut so had offered their right hand. When presented with their deaths for Hussain they prayed they gladly signed. The walk to heaven is reserved for the courageous. The walk to heaven is reserved for the courageous. Every step is a Hajj and Umrah. Every step is a step on ISIS. When I see my flag flutter I see fall terrorists. Those blessed to walk this road are reserved for greatness. No, I am not arrogant. No, I am not arrogant but I know well of my worth. Those that try to kill us on that road cannot be of a pure birth. I saw those who know of God leave their work and home behind. The Arba'im that I'm not there rest assured is the day I've died. Those who visit believe in God and God alone. As narration say it's like visiting Allah on his throne. The believers cry as on his grave themselves they've thrown peace be upon that flesh that still remains on those bones. As we hold onto those bars and wonder what is heaven. If it's not if it's not here whilst we're saluting the last of Ali's children we thank Allah for we are the luckiest of mankind. The Arba'im that I'm not there rest assured is the day I've died. The day I die and my body is placed into the ground in the stress of yearning Hussain's grave my head I'll pound. Me the day I die and the day my body is placed into that ground in the stress of yearning Hussain's grave my head I will pound. But no if anyone misses me to return I'll be bound. Every Arba'im on that walk my soul shall be found. Every Arba'im on that walk my soul shall be found. Take a look at those walking you'll find me still amongst them or you'll find me at the end in Hussain's shrine doing Martin and if any need the prayer just ask my grave. I won't mind the Arba'im that I'm not there rest assured is the day I've died. The Arba'im that I'm not there rest assured is the day.