Awaz Aa Rahi Hain

Sadiyon Se Muntazir Hain Quraan E Rabb E Akbar Pehlu Badal Rahi Hain Khud Zulfiqar E Haider Khud Zulfiqar E Haider Faryad Kar Rahi Hain Binte Ali Ki Chadar Aaye Kamar Woh Din Bhi Aaye Sada E Rehbar Batil Ko Aaj Haq Ki Takat Mita Rahi Hain Akwa Raha Hain Haq Ki Awaz Aa Rahi Hain

For centuries, the Quran of the Great Lord has been waiting. The Zulfiqar of Haider itself is restless, shifting its side. The Zulfiqar of Haider itself. The veil of the daughter of Ali is crying out in lament. May that day come, may the call of the Guide arrive. Today, the power of Truth is erasing falsehood. The voice of Truth is calling out.

Soye Huwe Mujahid Bedar Ho Rahe Hain Maula Teri Madad Ke Ikrar Ho Rahe Hain Ikrar Ho Rahe Hain Majboor E Waqt Jo The Mukhtar Ho Rahe Hain Sab Naasirane Mehdi Tayyar Ho Rahe Hain Aankhon Me Karbala Hain Aur Ashk Beh Rahe Hain Hathyaar Saj Rahe Hain Labbaik Keh Rahe Hain

The sleeping warriors are awakening. They are pledging their support for your help, O Master. Pledging their support. Those who were once helpless are now becoming empowered. All the helpers of Mahdi are preparing themselves. Karbala is in their eyes, and tears are flowing. Weapons are being readied, and they are saying 'Labbaik' (Here I am at your service).

Saaye Me Noor E Haqqe Zere Amaan E Mehdi Sar Par Kafan Hain Baandhe Dekho Jawaan E Mehdi Dekho Jawaan E Mehdi Jaan Warne Ko Sab Hain Tayyar Jaan E Mehdi Uth Uthke Dekhte Hain Sab Naasiran E Mehdi Bai'at Ki Wadiyon Se Jhalkar Aa Rahi Hain Sadqe Imam E Haq Me Talwar Aa Rahi Hain

Under the shadow of the Light of Truth, under the protection of Mahdi. See the youth of Mahdi, with shrouds tied upon their heads. See the youth of Mahdi. They are all ready to sacrifice their lives for the soul of Mahdi. All the helpers of Mahdi rise to watch. From the valleys of allegiance, a glimpse is appearing. The sword is emerging as a sacrifice for the Imam of Truth.

Maula Hamare Itne Awaz De Rahe Hain Ham Beparon Ko Apne Parbaas De Rahe Hain Parbas De Rahe Hain Woh Nam Par Madad Ke Eijaz De Rahe Hain Sab Teer Karbala Se Awaz De Rahe Hain Khoya Hua Zameere Inka Jata Rahi Hain Jo Sun Raha Hain Usko Awaz Aa Rahi Hain

Our Master is calling out to so many. He is granting wings to us who are wingless. Granting wings. He is bestowing miracles in the name of help. Every arrow from Karbala is calling out. Their lost conscience is fading away. Whoever is listening, a voice is calling out to them.

Tanha Imam E Dauraan Sabko Bula Raha Hain Jhoole Se Ek Baccha Khud Ko Gira Raha Hain Khud Ko Gira Raha Hain Quraan Apni Surat Daman Me La Raha Hain Apna Gawah Lekar Shabbir Aa Raha Hain Masum Ek Hichki Maqtal Me Khata Rahi Hain Kanon Me Bezubaan Ki Awaz Aa Rahi Hain

The lonely Imam of the Age is calling everyone. A child is throwing himself from the cradle. Throwing himself. The Quran is bringing its own image into its lap. Shabbir (Hussain) is coming, bringing his own witness. An innocent sob is echoing in the battlefield. The voice of the voiceless (Ali Asghar) is reaching the ears.

Aankhon Me Jam Gaya Hain Batla Ke Ek Manzar Begoro Bekafan Hain Sehra Me Lashe Sarwar Sehra Me Lashe Sarwar Nanhi Si Ek Lehad Hain Padti Hain Dhup Uspar Saye Me Umrbhar Ab Baithe Rabab Kyunkar Ab Bhi Rabab Khali Jhoola Jhula Rahi Hain Akbar Ki Hichkiyon Ki Awaz Aa Rahi Hain

A scene of Karbala has frozen in my eyes. The body of the Master lies in the desert, without a grave or shroud. The body of the Master in the desert. There is a tiny grave, and the sun beats down upon it. How can Rabab sit in the shade for the rest of her life? Even now, Rabab is rocking an empty cradle. The sound of Akbar's sobs is calling out.

Maula Madad Ko Aao Bazaar Shaam Ka Hain Zaalim Ki Ek Rassi Me Har Gala Bandha Hain Har Gala Bandha Hain Ghairat Ka Baar Uthaye Beemar E Karbala Hain Zainab Ka Sar Khula Hain Abid Ka Sar Jhuka Hain Zainab Ka Imtehaan Hain Sar Nange Ja Rahi Hain Abid Ki Siskiyon Ki Awaz Aa Rahi Hain

Master, come to our aid, it is the bazaar of Shaam. Every neck is tied in a single rope of the tyrant. Every neck is tied. The sick one of Karbala (Imam Sajjad) carries the burden of honor. Zainab's head is unveiled, Abid's head is bowed. It is Zainab's trial; she is walking with an uncovered head. The sound of Abid's gasping sobs is calling out.

Is Daur Me Bhi Maula Manzar Ajab Dikhaye Saydaniyon Ki Halat Ko Aye Khude Bachaye Ko Aye Khuda Bachaye Padte Hi Ja Rahe Hain Bepardagi Ke Saye Abbas Ke Alam Ko Ab Gaiz Aa Na Jaye Beparda Log Jaye Behiske Chal Rahe Hain Abbas Ki Wafa Ke Aansu Nikal Rahe Hain

In this era too, Master, show us a strange sight. May God protect the state of the noble ladies. May God protect. The shadows of unveiling are falling. May the wrath of Abbas not be stirred against the standard. People are walking unveiled, without any sense of shame. The tears of Abbas's loyalty are falling.