I Salute You, O my Master, O my Leader, My Imam

By Sahan (Ali Haider Abidi)

There's a story of a pious saint, who's a beacon of light
He's the fourth 'noor' in succession, to the prophet of Islam
He's the grandson of Fatima, and Ameer-ul-Momeneen
He's the son of Husain the, greatest martyr of the world
And he's the son of Shaherbanu, who was the princess of Iran
I SALUTE YOU, O MY MASTER!, O MY LEADER!, MY IMAM!
I SALUTE YOU, O MY MASTER!, O MY LEADER!, MY IMAM!

He saw the tradegy in Karbala, the massacres back and forth
He saw brothers and uncles, and cousins slain in war
He saw the friends and companions, of his father fall in rows
He saw the aftermath - the night of sorrow, and the tents go down in flames
He cried for his father, and the others who were slain
I SALUTE YOU, O THE CRIER!, O MY LEADER!, MY IMAM!
I SALUTE YOU, O THE CRIER!, O MY LEADER!, MY IMAM!

He was chained in the day that, followed Ashura
He was burdened with the heavy, iron clasped round his neck
He was made to journey many, many miles all on foot
He was bleeding from the blisters, and the cuts and the wounds
He was flogged and struck by many, of the Zaalimoon
I SALUTE YOU, O THE TORTURED!, O MY LEADER!, MY IMAM!
I SALUTE YOU, O THE TORTURED!, O MY LEADER!, MY IMAM!

Streets of Kufa and of Shaam, and the events thereof
People stoning the imam, and the family of Mustafa
Heads of shuhada were on lances, of the enemy of Islam
And imam was bleeding, both in body and his soul
Even in this environment, he proclaimed the word of God
I SALUTE YOU, O THE TEACHER!, O MY LEADER!, MY IMAM!
I SALUTE YOU, O THE TEACHER!, O MY LEADER!, MY IMAM!

In a prison with the ladies, and the children he was thrown
In a prison that was roofless, and so ruthless were the guards
In a prison not protected, from sunlight, rain or cold
The prison where he buried, his little sister, four years old
who was martyred by frequent torture, just for crying for their folk
I SALUTE YOU, O THE PRISONER!, O MY LEADER!, MY IMAM!
I SALUTE YOU, O THE PRISONER!, O MY LEADER!, MY IMAM!

O the muttaqi who's the leader, of those who bow to God
O the saint who cries everytime, when he remembers God
He gets so immersed in his prayers, that he notices nothing more
And he sensed not the fire that, took down his house in flames
He did'nt know till he wound up, his submission to his lord
I SALUTE YOU, ORNAMENT OF, THE WORSHIPPERS, MY IMAM!
I SALUTE YOU, ORNAMENT OF, THE WORSHIPPERS, MY IMAM!

He's the one who gave alot to, seekers of salvation
He's the one who taught when none, was allowed his lessons
He taught by praying to Allah, sending teachings to the world
He gave us many hidden pearls, in his hidden words of wisdom
The sahifa al-sajjadiya, his own treasure he passed to us
I SALUTE YOU, O THE SAINT WHO, TAUGHT BY PRAYERS, MY IMAM!
I SALUTE YOU, O THE SAINT WHO, TAUGHT BY PRAYERS, MY IMAM!

This was the story of the pious saint, who's a beacon of light
the fourth 'noor' in succession, to the prophet of Islam
Many centuries have gone by, but we wont forget imam
May Allah by the virtue, of Zain-ul-Abedeen
Bless Sahan and the people, who remember his Ehsaan
I SALUTE YOU, THE INTERCESSOR!, O MY LEADER!, MY IMAM!
I SALUTE YOU, THE INTERCESSOR!, O MY LEADER!, MY IMAM!

Contact the author at ahabedi@yahoo.com.