The brotherhood of Abbas is a religion we never forget,
He is the hand and eye of Hussein, his family, and his people.
The most graceful standard-bearer, the finest cupbearer,
And with his zeal he tore down the gate, all with courage.

Moon of Bani Hashim,
When he speaks, he acts — the Moon of Bani Hashim.

Moon of Bani Hashim,
His name fills space with strength — the Moon of Bani Hashim.

Moon of Bani Hashim,
Whoever does not call upon him lives in humiliation.

O moon of Ali…

The cupbearer of فضل (grace), with warm compassion,
A master of words, of pure and eloquent speech.
I will never stop speaking of him — I am a servant of his gaze,
No need to mention names — Ruqayya alone is enough.

O Abu Fadl… O Abu Fadl…

You possess a touch that revives the dead,
You revive dignity and manhood when it fades.
Whoever cries “Ya Abbas” earns the pleasure of Zahra,
And whoever seeks Hussein’s رضا (approval) weeps for his brother.

Moon of Bani Hashim,
The letters of his name are like salt to life.

Moon of Bani Hashim,
He turns my night into morning.

Moon of Bani Hashim,
My heart claims its right to speak of him.

O moon of Ali…

My mother’s devotion to Abu Fadl — I felt it with my milk,
I opened the door of my eyelids, but closed it to all but him.
I own no tears of longing except at his door,
His remembrance clings to my heart, tightly bound.

O Abu Fadl… O Abu Fadl…

He is the gate of love, the one sought by lovers,
Whoever seeks refuge in him attains their desires.
He never refuses — his hands are always generous,
Preserving the dignity of all.

Moon of Bani Hashim,
My ribs tremble beneath his shadow.

Moon of Bani Hashim,
He nourishes me with عشق (love).

Moon of Bani Hashim,
He made my soul speak truth through words.

O moon of Ali…

My identity is with Abu Fadl, my passion beneath his banner,
He purifies intentions with breath.
Ali is the one who named him “light of Zahra’s eyes,”
The water of Hussein’s eyes carries the scent of the desert.

O Abu Fadl… O Abu Fadl…

Abbas entered the battlefield, taking revenge for injustice,
He rose over warriors, his sword consuming them.
None were left unscattered, cries filled the air,
Death and the taking of souls were in his command.

Moon of Bani Hashim,
When his sword strikes, it writes fate.

Moon of Bani Hashim,
It cleaves face and back alike.

Moon of Bani Hashim,
On Ashura, he shaped destiny at Karbala.

O moon of Ali…

He drove them back in waves, from the river to Kufa,
Heads flew in the air — even the blind could see.
He walked forward, stepping over mustaches (symbols of pride),
Necks fell to his strikes, hands bore witness.

O Abu Fadl… O Abu Fadl…

By God’s strength, Abbas — strength filled his arms,
No mother could restrain him within limits.
Bodies lay scattered on the ground,
And seventy thousand heads were nowhere to be found.

Moon of Bani Hashim,
A lion of the battlefield.

Moon of Bani Hashim,
He left devastation behind.

Moon of Bani Hashim,
A hand that gives water and defeats enemies.

O moon of Ali…

Abu Fadl is the judge, and slaughter is his law,
The earth could not carry them when destiny struck.
No strength remained in them, none could stand above,
Karbala burned with the fire from his eyes.

O Abu Fadl… O Abu Fadl…