Allah Ka Zakir
Irfan Haider
The poem honors Imam Hussain as the ultimate worshipper of Allah, whose devotion remained unshaken even amidst the arrows of Karbala. It declares that the entire universe and the faith itself bear witness to his eternal sacrifice.
Mujhe Bhool Jaaye Dunya Mai Agar Tujhe Bhuladun Ya Hussain
May the world forget me, if I were to ever forget you, O Hussain.
Teeron Ki Musalle Par Tu Ne Jo Sajda Kiya Koi Kar Na Saka Jis Khaak Pe Tera Khoon Baha Us Khaak Ke Har Zarre Ne Kaha
The prostration (sajda) you performed upon the prayer-mat of arrows, no one else could ever perform. The soil upon which your blood flowed, every particle of that earth proclaimed:
Allah Ka Tu Zakir Hai Aur Tera Zakir Mai Hoo Hussain Ya Hussain Ya Hussain
You are the one who remembers Allah (Zakir), and I am the one who remembers you, O Hussain. O Hussain, O Hussain.
Dunya Ye Bhulayegi Kaise Bazaar E Jafa Mein Jab Tu Ne Quran Sunaya Naize Par Quran Mukhaatib Tujhse Huwa
How could the world ever forget this? When in the bazaar of cruelty, you recited the Quran upon the spear, the Quran itself addressed you.
Chand Aur Sitare Baam E Falak Rizwane Jina Sab Hoor O Malak Sab Farsh Ke Tabkhe Aur Shajar Hai Sab Ke Labon Par Ek Sada
The moon and stars on the roof of the sky, the keepers of Paradise, the houris and angels, all the creatures of the earth and the trees—upon every lip is one cry:
Allah Ki Tu Ne Laaj Rakhi Tauheed Teri Maqrooz Hui Allah Allah Ye Shaan Teri Phir Kyun Na Kahe Har Abd E Khuda
You upheld the honor of Allah; the very concept of Oneness (Tauheed) became indebted to you. Allah, Allah, what a status is yours! Why then should every servant of God not proclaim this?
Bar Waqt Usay Milti Na Ajar Imdad Teri Zahra Ke Pisar Mit Jaata Jahan Se Deen E Khuda Ab Kehta Rahega Deen Sada
Without your timely aid, O son of Zahra, the religion of God would have been erased from the world. Now, the religion will proclaim your name forever.
Tareekh Ke Bojhal Haathon Ne Ye Baat Likhi Hai Rote Huwe Ay Shere Khuda Ke Laal Salaam Kehte Hai Tujhe Khud Sher E Khuda
The heavy hands of history have written this while weeping: 'Peace be upon you, O son of the Lion of God (Ali),' for even the Lion of God himself calls you his own.
Wo Malka E Ghairat Binte Ali Jo Tere Sahare Jeeti Thi Jab Mehwe Tilawat Dekha Tujhe Kehta Tha Dile Mehroom E Rida
That queen of dignity, the daughter of Ali, who lived only by your support—when she saw you absorbed in recitation, her heart, deprived of its veil, cried out:
Haye Kushta E Tayghe Zulmo Jafa Hai Tujh Sa Namazi Kaun Bhala Naize Se Aqaamat Tu Ne Kahi Teeron Ke Musalle Ne Ye Kaha
Alas, the martyr of the sword of tyranny and cruelty! Who is a worshipper like you? You recited the call to prayer (Iqamah) from the spear; the prayer-mat of arrows testified to this.
Irfane Nabi Irfane Khuda Mujhko To Azakhano Se Mila Ay Mazhar E Yazdan Ke Bete Sajde Mein Yehi Mazhar Ne Kaha
The recognition of the Prophet and the recognition of God, I found in the mourning assemblies (Azakhana). O son of the Manifestation of God, in prostration, this Mazhar (the poet) said:
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