O Sultan, My Master, If

In The Summer I Stretch Out On The Shore And Think Of You. Had I Told The Sea What I Felt For You, It Would Have Left Its Shores, Its Shells, Its Fish, And Followed Me.

And I Fear That My Place Gets Taken By Some Other One, Very Lucky And Not Too Shy, Who Flirts With Your Eyes While I’m The One Who’s Crazy About Them.

Days Will Pass, And You’ll Abandon Things You Were Addicted To, And Leave Someone, And Cancel A Dream, And Finally, Accept A Reality.

We Are A Thick Skinned People With Emtpy Souls. We Spend Our Days Playing Dice, Chess, Or Sleeping - And We Say We Are The Best People That Ever Came To Mankind?

We Killed You And It Was Not New For Us, We Killed The Companions Of The Prophet And The Friends Of God. O How Many Messengers Did We Slay? O How Many Imams? We Killed You And You Prayed The Night Prayer, As All Of Our Days Are Struggle - And All Of Our Days Are Karbala.