Where are the coadjutors?

The coadjutor of the comrades, My Hossein
Alam Al Hoda the light of both of my eyes
The era prostrated of his mourning
I’m afraid lest I can’t see his bloody corpse
Tell Khomeini the leader of my creed
That my Hossein had come to bid adieu
With the coadjutor of the downtrodden
Where is the companion of comrades, my Hossein, my Hossein?
Alam Al Hoda the apple of my eyes, my eyes
His hajj breechcloth has left in my hands
His nuptial clothes has left in my hands
My young son is sitting the bloody wedding room
Wistfully thinking about hid marriage
I will henna my hands with his blood