Allah Allah Kar Rahe Hai Hussain
Shahid Baltistani
This poem explains that God Himself remembers Imam Hussain. It teaches that mourning for the Imam and praying to God are connected acts of faith.
Ajeeb Shor Hai Ajeeb Shor Hai ... Ke Shor Me Sukoon Hai 2 Ajab Sukoon Hai... Ajab Sukoon Hai Sukoon Me Junoon Hai 2 Ye Wo Junoon Hai Ye Wo Junoon Hai ... Jo Deen Ka Sutoon Hai 2
There is a strange clamor, a strange clamor... but within this clamor, there is peace. There is a strange peace... a strange peace, and within this peace, there is a madness (passion). This is that madness, this is that madness... which is the pillar of the faith.
Ya Kya Ye Kyu Ye Kaise Hai Ye Sochna Haraam Hai Sochna Haraam Hai Kisi Basher Ki Baat Ka Khuda Ka Khud Kalaam Hai Khuda Ka Khud Kalaam Hai "Fazkoruni Azkoro Kum Washkoruni Wala Taghforun" Quran Mein Khud Kahta Hai Khuda Wo Mujhko Kabhi Jhutlata Nahi Aur Mere Shakir Rahta Hai Jo Mera Zakir Hota Hai Mai Uska Zakir Banta Hu
To ask 'what is this,' 'why is this,' or 'how is this' is forbidden. It is forbidden to think this way. It is not the word of any human; it is the word of God Himself. It is the word of God Himself. 'Remember Me, and I will remember you; be grateful to Me and do not deny Me.' God says this Himself in the Quran. He never denies Me, and he remains My grateful servant. Whoever becomes My rememberer (Zakir), I become his rememberer.
Allah Allah Kar Rahe Hai Hussain Ya Hussain Ya Hussain Ya Hussain Ya Hussain Allah Allah Kar Rahe Hai Hussain Kar Raha Hai Khuda Hussain Hussain Ya Hussain Ya Hussain Ya Hussain Ya Hussain
Hussain is saying 'Allah, Allah.' Ya Hussain, Ya Hussain, Ya Hussain, Ya Hussain. Hussain is saying 'Allah, Allah.' God is saying 'Hussain, Hussain.' Ya Hussain, Ya Hussain, Ya Hussain, Ya Hussain.
Khauf Ahle Sitam Pe Hai Taari Zikre Shabbir Ab Bhi Hai Jaari Jab Khuda Khud Hai Zaakire Hai Sarwar Kaun Rokega Ye Azadari Ishk Ka Tarjuma Hussain Hussain
Fear has overcome the people of oppression. The remembrance of Shabbir (Hussain) is still ongoing. When God Himself is the rememberer of the Chief (Sarwar), who will stop this Azadari (mourning)? The translation of love is Hussain, Hussain.
Kah Diya Aayae Mawaddat Ne Hamse Manga Hai Kya Risalat Ne Ab Bhi Aqlo Pe Hai Pade Parda Raaze Quran Na Samjha Ummat Ne Rabte Zahra Hai Ya Hussain Hussain
The Verse of Mawaddat (Love) has spoken; what has the Prophethood asked of us? Even now, veils remain upon the intellects; the Ummah has not understood the secret of the Quran. The connection of Zahra is 'Ya Hussain, Hussain.'
Uski Baatil Namaz Hojae Shak Jo Zaate Hussain Me Lae Jo Namaze Khuda Ko Thukrae Phir Wo Matam Liye Kaha Jae Hy Shaoore Baka Hussain Hussain
Their prayer becomes void, whoever brings doubt into the essence of Hussain. Whoever rejects the prayers of God, then where will they go with their mourning? Alas, the consciousness of survival is Hussain, Hussain.
Kaise Kaidi The Karbala Wale Sheh Ke Maksad Ko Sath Leke Chale Kab Wo Gaafil Rahe Hai Sajdo Se Kaid Mein Bhi Namaz Padhte Rahe Aur Jaari Raha Hussain Hussain
What kind of captives were the people of Karbala? They carried the purpose of the King (Hussain) with them. When were they ever neglectful of prostration? Even in captivity, they kept praying, and the remembrance of 'Hussain, Hussain' continued.
Jab Madine Me Aae Ahle Haram Rozo Shab Tha Hussain Ka Matam Ab Bhi Taarikh De Rahi Hai Sada Ghar Me Sajjad Ke Khuda Ki Kasam Eid Ke Din Hua Hussain Hussain
When the family of the Prophet (Ahl-e-Haram) returned to Medina, day and night there was mourning for Hussain. Even now, history is calling out: I swear by God, in the house of Sajjad, even on the day of Eid, there was 'Hussain, Hussain.'
Sada Ye Gaib Se Aati Hai Ibne Zahra Ki Ye Kaisi Bahes Me Uljhi Hui Hai Kaum Meri Namaz Ka Koi Munkir Hai Majliso Ka Koi Takallum Aur Hai Darvesh Ki Tamanna Yahi Khudara Jism Ko Tum Jaan Se Juda Na Karo Namaz Aur Aza Ka Tum Mukabla Na Karo
This voice comes from the unseen, the son of Zahra: 'In what kind of debate is my nation entangled? One denies prayer, another denies the gatherings (Majlis).' Takallum (the poet) says, this is the dervish's only wish: For God's sake, do not separate the body from the soul; do not pit prayer and mourning against each other.
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