Hum Wahi Log Hai

Khatm Jis Ghar Pa Aaker Shariyat Hui Aur Muqammal Nabuwat Risalat Hui Farz Ummat Pa Jinki Ita'at Hui Unki Ummat Ke Haatho Ye Haalat Hui

The house in which the Sharia found its completion, And where Prophethood and Messengership were perfected. Those whose obedience was made mandatory upon the Ummah, At the hands of that very Ummah, this is the state they have reached.

Jinka Jibrael Jhula Jhulate Rahe Huro Gilmaan Lori Sunaate Rahe Banke Saael Malaaek Bhi Aate Rahe Ambiya Jinke Ghar Aate Jaate Rahe

Those for whom Gabriel would rock the cradle, And the Houris and angels would sing lullabies. Even the angels would come as seekers at their door, And Prophets would constantly visit their home.

Maghbate Wahya Hai Jinka Ghar Wo Hai Hum Jinki Sidra Bani Rehguzar Wo Hai Hum Jo Hai Marzi Ye Rab Sar Ba Sar Wo Hai Hum Sajdagahe Rasool Jinka Ghar Wo Hai Hum

We are those whose home is the place of revelation, We are those for whom the Sidrat al-Muntaha became a path. We are those who are the embodiment of the Lord's will, We are those whose home is the place of the Prophet's prostration.

Hum Ke Allah Ki Tarjamani Kare Ambiya Jinke Ghar Ki Gulami Kare Jibrael Aaye Aur Jab Hasayi Kare Jinno Inso Malak Madhakhwani Kare

We, who act as the interpreters of Allah, Whose household the Prophets serve as slaves. When Gabriel comes and offers his greetings, And Jinn, humans, and angels recite our praises.

Tum Jama Jo Yahan Itnai Afraad Ho Dekh Kar Ham Ko Mushkil Main Kyun Shaad Ho Ya Nabi Zadiyaan Hai Agar Yaad Ho Tum Hamarai Ghulaamo Ki Aulad Ho.

You who have gathered here in such numbers, Why are you happy to see us in such difficulty? If you remember, we are the daughters of the Prophet, And you are the descendants of our slaves.

Jin Ka Tum Dekh Tai Ho Tamasha Yahan Bint-E-Paighambare Do Jahan In Ki Maa Thi Yahi Pehlai Kufai Ki Shahzaadiyaan Thi Kaneezain Tumhari Bahu Betiyan.

Those whose spectacle you are watching here, Their mother is the daughter of the Prophet of both worlds. These were once the princesses of Kufa, And your daughters-in-law were their servants.

Hum Ko Taajo Hukumat Sai Raghbaat Kahan Hum Tumhaarai Bulaanai Par Aye Yahan Mujhko Pehnayai Tauk-O-Rassan Bediyaan Hun Main Ibn-E-Imamo Imam-E-Zaman.

Where would we have any desire for crowns and rule? We only came here because you called us. You have shackled me in chains and ropes, Yet I am the son of the Imam and the Imam of the Age.

Kaisai Kaisia Haseen Aur Piyarai Gayai Mushafe-Noor Quran Kai Paarai Gayai Saamnai Apni Aankhon Kai Taarai Gayai Kaisai Kaisai Jawa Apnai Maarai Gayai.

Such beautiful and beloved ones have departed, The pieces of the Quran, the book of light, have been lost. Before my own eyes, the stars of my life were taken, And so many of our own youth were martyred.

Ghar Ka Ghar Nazrai Karbobala Ho Gaya Aaj Balwe Mei Hai Itrat-E-Mustafa Qaid Aur Band Mei Hum Howe Mubtala Hum Ko Dar Dar Phiratai Ho Tum Bai Khata.

The entire household was sacrificed at Karbala, Today the progeny of Mustafa is in a state of turmoil. We have become trapped in captivity and chains, And you parade us from door to door without any fault.

Phir Rahai Hai Jo Bazaar Main Dar Ba Dar Lutt Gaya Do Pahar Mein Bhara Ghar Ka Ghaar Hai Shaheedon Kai Laashai Pade Khaak Par Nok-E-Naiza Pa Hai Sab Shaheedon Kai Sar.

We are wandering from door to door in the bazaar, In just two hours, a full home was looted and destroyed. The bodies of the martyrs lie upon the dust, And the heads of all the martyrs are upon the tips of spears.

Mai Bazahir Nahi Faur Bezaar Hu Bhuka Pyasa Aseer Aur Beemar Hu Mujko Majboor Mat Jaano Mukhtar Hu Par Razae Elahi Se Lachaar Hu

Outwardly, I am not impatient or distressed, Though I am hungry, thirsty, a captive, and ill. Do not think me helpless, for I have the power, But I am bound by the will of the Divine.

Kya Meri Shayri Aur Noha Mera Mir Sahab Ka Arse Se Israar Tha Aap Aye Sibte Jafar Jo Pursa Diya Dar Haqiqat Ye Hai Sayyada Ki Ata

What is my poetry and my Noha? It was Mir Sahab's insistence for a long time. You came, O descendant of Jafar, and offered condolences, In reality, this is a gift from Sayyada (Fatima).