مهدی دردشتیان
O little one! O little one! How tender is your heart!
How sad can this story be for Hussein’s sweetheart?
Roghayyeh! Roghayyeh! I wish this was a dream!
Roghayyeh! Roghayyeh! I will die when you scream!
She was the light of Hussein’s eyes, no more than 3 years old.
She’d never seen evil before, she had a heart of gold.
Roghayyeh! Roghayyeh! I wish this was a dream!
Roghayyeh! Roghayyeh! I will die when you scream!
When she entered Karbala, little did she know,
That thirst would overcome children, grief would then follow.
Her beloved father would be killed, his head would be severed.
Her only source of peace and love, would become martyred.
Roghayyeh! Roghayyeh! I wish this was a dream!
Roghayyeh! Roghayyeh! I will die when you scream!
کیوان ابراهیمی
سید حسینی
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