Ummul-Baneen is saying . . . Sons left me and never came
Life will never be the same
The whole night she’s shouting . . . Sons left me and never came
Life will never be the same

(1)
Ummul-Baneen is asking where are my sons
They are now gone and in my life no loved ones
My tear is now dropping on my cheek it runs
Sons left me and never came

(2)
I am praying and reading the holy book
For my four sons I will start to search and look
When they left me, my heart and my soul they took
Sons left me and never came

(3)
On the way I’m waiting and nothing I see
My four great sons to my heart they are the key
Hussein also left and never came to me
Sons left me and never came

(4)
Am I going to see my four sons again?
Tears are dropping and they resemble the rain
Will my eyes ever see my son Hussein?
Sons left me and never came