"Far away from home, his wife Fatema was killed, Alongside with his unborn baby Mohsin by a heavy door, His enemies didn’t even spare those innocent beings, They did everything to destroy the existence of Ali. Can you imagine what went through that man? When he saw the broken ribs of his beloved one, He couldn’t help but weep like a baby who lost his world, Tragedy upon tragedy fell on him at that one moment. Giving you the worst death ever in the mosque, Didn’t the sword of Ibne Muljim shake at all, While striking hard on your skull, O Ali, Facing pain even while giving your last breath. Your servant is crying at every drop of your blood that fell, Never can I forget your continuous pain, Never can I forget your continuous weep, I just say Ya Ali in agony, I just say Ya Ali in agony."