Bismillahi Noor e Khuda

Aye Yaare Mann, Aye Yaare Mann Aye Dilbaro Dildaar e Mann Aye Sayyedo Sardaar e Mann Aye Rahbaro Salaar e Mann

O my beloved friend, O my beloved friend, O my heart-stealer and the keeper of my heart, O my Master and my Leader, O my Guide and my Commander.

Aye Naaz e Mann, Dastaar e Mann Aye Mahramo Ghumkhwaar e Mann Aye Maliko Mukhtaar e Mann Aye Hazrat e Sultaan e Mann...

O my pride, the crown upon my head, O my confidant and my sorrow-sharer, O my Master and my Sovereign, O my Lord, my King...

Aye Murshid e Mann Aye Wali Maula Hussain Ibn e Ali Aye Aashiq o Ki Aagahi Rasme Wafa Tujhse Chali Pohcha Jo Mai Teri Gali Qadmo Se Peshani Mali Apni Khabar Bhi Na Rahi Aye Mahwar e Eeman e Mann

O my spiritual guide, O my Saint, My Master, Hussain son of Ali, O the realization of all lovers, The tradition of loyalty began with you. When I reached your lane, I rubbed my forehead against your feet, I lost all awareness of myself, O the axis of my faith.

Mai Nauhakhwaa Tere Liye Meri Zabaa'n Tere Liye Mera Bayaa'n Tere Liye Ye Jism o Jaa'n Tere Liye Ghum Ki Azaa'n Tere Liye Ashk e Rawaa Tere Liye Matam Kunaa Tere Liye Aye Girya e Mishgaaan e Mann

I am a reciter of dirges for you, My tongue is for you, My expression is for you, This body and soul are for you, The call to mourning is for you, Flowing tears are for you, I am a mourner for you, O the one who makes my eyelashes weep.

Wo Ho Najaf Ya Karbala Dono Se Hai Roohe Baqa Wo Sajdagaah e Qudsiyaa'n Ye Karbala Khaak e Shifa Wo Ibtedaa Ye Intehaa Dono Shahadat Ka Silaa Hai Silsila Dar Silsila Har Jaa Ali Ka Khoo Baha

Whether it be Najaf or Karbala, Both are the soul of eternal life. That is the place of prostration for the angels, This Karbala is the dust of healing (Khak-e-Shifa). That is the beginning, this is the end, Both are the reward of martyrdom, It is a chain within a chain, Everywhere, the blood of Ali flows.

Bahaa Ali Ka Khoo Bahaa Na Aisa Koi Soorma Na Aisa Koi Raah Bar Lahoo Me Apne Tar Ba Tar Bala Ki Pyaasi Hai Magar Hazaaro Qatilo Me Bhi Chala Hai Jo Utha Ke Sar

The blood of Ali flows, There is no warrior like him, There is no guide like him, Drenched in his own blood, Yet despite the intense thirst of the calamity, Even amongst thousands of killers, He walked with his head held high.

Ye Kaun Hai Aseere Ghum Ye Puch Aye Hawae Ghum Ye Kaun Hai Ye Kaun Hai Haan.. Ahmed Ka Nawaasa Hai.. Ye Kaun Hai Ye Kaun Hai Haan.. Haider Ka Saraapa Hai Ye Kaun Hai Ye Kaun Hai Haan.. Zahra Ka Dulara Hai Ye Kaun Hai Ye Kaun Hai Haan.. Shabbar Ka Bhaiyya Hai Ye Kaun Hai Ye Kaun Hai Haan.. Zainab Ka Sahara Hai Abbas Ka Aaqa Hai Akbar Ka Ye Baba Hai Haan.. Ye Hussain Hai Ye

Who is this prisoner of sorrow? Ask this, O wind of grief. Who is this, who is this? Yes... he is the grandson of Ahmed. Who is this, who is this? Yes... he is the very image of Haider (Ali). Who is this, who is this? Yes... he is the beloved of Zahra. Who is this, who is this? Yes... he is the brother of Shabbar (Hassan). Who is this, who is this? Yes... he is the support of Zainab, He is the Master of Abbas, He is the father of Akbar, Yes... this is Hussain.

Ye Ishq e Rabbani Ye Gauhar e Jaani Ye Fehme Qur'aani Ye Ehle Furqaani Ye Zikre Toofani Ye Noore Tabani Yabna Ameeril Mu'mineen Sarallah... Aba Abdillah Hussain Sarallah... Aba Abdillah

This is divine love, This is the jewel of the soul, This is the understanding of the Quran, This is the family of the Criterion (Furqan), This is the storm of remembrance, This is the radiant light, O son of the Commander of the Faithful, Blood of God... Father of Abdullah, Hussain, the Blood of God... Father of Abdullah.

Qasam Ali Ke Khoon Ki Hussain Phir Hussain Hai

I swear by the blood of Ali, Hussain is, and will always be, Hussain.

Rehan o Sarwar e Aza Baraye Deen e Mustafa Ye Apna Ghar Luta Chuka Hazaar Zakhm Khaa Chuka Jhuka Nahi Daba Nahi Jama Raha Dataa Raha Jhuka Nahi Hila Nahi Daba Nahi Thama Nahi Thaka Nahi Ruka Nahi Hussain Phir Hussain Hai

Rehan and Sarwar (the poets) of mourning, For the sake of the religion of Mustafa (Prophet Muhammad), He has sacrificed his entire household, He has endured a thousand wounds, He did not bow, he did not yield, He remained steadfast, he stood his ground, He did not bow, he did not waver, He did not yield, he did not stop, He did not tire, he did not halt, Hussain is, and will always be, Hussain.