Hum Musafir Hai Majboor Hai

Zulm Dhao Na Ay Zaalimon Dil Jalao Na Ay Zaalimon

Do not inflict oppression, O oppressors, Do not burn our hearts, O oppressors.

Mera Nana Rasool E Khuda Mera Baba Ali Murtaza Kalmago Ho To Sunlo Zara Chod Do Tum Mera Raasta Yun Satao Na Ay Zaalimon

My grandfather is the Messenger of God, My father is Ali al-Murtaza. If you claim to be believers, then listen well, Leave my path alone, Do not torment us so, O oppressors.

Hai Chala Ghar Se Ibne Ali Karke Nana Se Waada Yehi Chaahe Keemat Ho Kitni Badi Mai Bachaunga Deene Nabi Ye Bhulao Na Ay Zaalimon

The son of Ali has set out from home, Having made this promise to his grandfather: No matter how great the price may be, I will save the Prophet's religion. Do not forget this, O oppressors.

Lab Pe Tasbeeh Hai Shukre Khuda Zere Khanjar Sare Karbala Aisa Sajda Karunga Ada Naaz Jis Par Kare Ambiya Aazmao Na Ay Zaalimon

On my lips is the prayer of gratitude to God, Beneath the dagger in the plains of Karbala. I will perform such a prostration (sajdah), That the Prophets themselves will take pride in it. Do not test me, O oppressors.

Apne Haathon Pe Asghar Liye Shaahe Mazloom Thay Keh Rahe Qatl Karna Hai Kar Do Mujhe Ghoot Pani Pila Do Isay Yun Rulao Na Ay Zaalimon

Holding Asghar in his hands, The King of the Oppressed was saying: If you must kill, then kill me, But give this child a drop of water. Do not make us weep so, O oppressors.

Hum Hi Hai Hujjate Kibriya Hum Hi Hai Waarise Ambiya Ghayr Kar Yun Sare Karbala Aale Ahmed Ko Yun Bekhata Khoon Bahao Na Ay Zaalimo

We are the Proof of the Almighty, We are the inheritors of the Prophets. Surrounding us thus in the plains of Karbala, Shedding the blood of the innocent family of Ahmed, Do not spill it, O oppressors.

Tha Yehi Noha Ek Shaam E Gham Kalmago Yun Na Dhao Sitam Karke Sar Waarison Ke Qalam Baandh Kar Rassiyon Mein Haram Muskurao Na Ay Zaalimon

This was the lament on one evening of grief: O believers, do not inflict such cruelty. After severing the heads of the heirs, And binding the women of the Prophet's house in ropes, Do not smile, O oppressors.

Sach Hai Jawad O Meesum Yehi Deen Ke Mohsin Hai Aale Nabi Sar Hussaini Rida Zainabi De Rahe Hai Sada Aaj Bhi Dil Dukhao Na Ay Zaalimon

It is the truth, Jawad and Meesum, that The family of the Prophet are the benefactors of the faith. The head of Hussain and the veil of Zainab, Are still calling out even today: Do not hurt our hearts, O oppressors.