Hussain Al-Ghareeb Al-Hussain

Dohai Dohai Khudara Dohai Ye Dashte Bala Me Hai Kesi Tabahi Bahaya Hai Kisne Ye Khoone Mohd Qayamat Ye Dhai Hai Kisne Ilaahi Jawano Buzurgo Ko Maara Gaya Hai Shahido Me Shamil Hai Nanha Sipahi

A plea, a plea, for God's sake, a plea! What kind of devastation is this in the Desert of Calamity? Who has shed the blood of the Prophet's family? O God, who has unleashed this Day of Judgment? The young and the old have been killed; even a tiny soldier is included among the martyrs.

Kiya Jashn Barpa Yu Ehle Hawas Ne Shahido Ke Laasho Pe Danke Bajae Jala Daale Aale Mohd Ke Khaime Sakina Ke Mu Par Tamache Lagaye Jo Beemar Tha Uska Bistar Na Choda Nabi Zadiyo Par Bhi Durre Chalaye

The greedy ones celebrated in such a way, beating drums over the corpses of the martyrs. They burned the tents of the Prophet's family, and slapped Sakina on her face. They did not spare the bed of the one who was ill, and they lashed the daughters of the Prophet.

Uthi Apne Marqad Se Binte Mohd Siyah Shab Ki Chadar Me Chehra Chupakar Gayi Karbala Me To Usne Ye Dekha Hai Bosida Kurte Me Ek Laashe Besar Badan Saara Teero Se Chalni Pada Hai Lahu Me Hai Dooba Hua Saara Paikar

The daughter of the Prophet rose from her grave, hiding her face in the veil of the dark night. When she went to Karbala, she saw this: a headless corpse in a tattered shirt. The entire body is riddled with arrows, and the whole form is drowned in blood.

Tadap Kar Wo Chillai Shabbir Beta Lahu Me Nahaye Ho Sar Bhi Juda Hai Tabar Kisne Maare Hai Saare Badan Par Ye Teero Pe Kisne Janaza Rakha Hai Kaha Hai Mera Laal Abbas Bolo Mai Puchungi Usse Ye Kese Hua Hai

Agonized, she cried out, "My son Shabbir! You are bathed in blood and your head is severed. Who has struck your entire body with axes? Who has placed your funeral bier upon arrows? Tell me, where is my beloved Abbas? I will ask him how this happened."

Sada Sunke Zahra Ki Tharrae Ghazi Juda Tan Se Sar Tha To Shane Kate The Ghamo Yaas O Hasrat Me Majrooho Muztar Kahe Kya Ke Darya Kanare Pade The Sue Alqama Ab Jo Bibi Ne Dekha Batao Ke Sahil Pe Thande Pade The

Hearing the voice of Zahra, Ghazi trembled. His head was severed from his body, and his shoulders were cut off. In grief, despair, and longing, wounded and restless, what could he say? He was lying on the riverbank. When the Bibi looked towards Alqama, she saw that he was lying cold on the shore.

Idhar Dard O Ghum Ki Satai Thi Zainab Jo Wehshat Ke Jungle Me Haider Bani Thi Kabhi Khaak Udati Kabhi Ashk Piti Jo Kunbe Ke Pehre Pe Tanha Khadi Thi Sakina Ke Saqqa Ko Aawaz Dekar Ghame Shahedeen Me Buka Kar Rhi Thi

Here, Zainab was tormented by pain and grief, she who became like Haider in the jungle of terror. Sometimes throwing dust, sometimes swallowing her tears, she stood alone guarding the family. Calling out to the water-bearer of Sakina, she was weeping in the grief of the martyrs.

Guzarish Hai Aaqa Hamari Yahi Humko Roze Pe Maula Bula Lijiye Humko Zawwar Maula Bana Lijiye Humko Daaman Me Maula Chupa Lijiye Giraftar Zoro-Sitam Hum Hue Hai Musibat Se Humko Bacha Lijiye

This is our request, O Master: call us to your shrine, O Master. Make us your pilgrims, O Master. Hide us in your protection, O Master. We are trapped by oppression and cruelty; save us from this calamity.

Kabhi Dil Me Deti Wo Maa Ko Sadae Kabhi Roke Kehti Ke Baba Kaha Ho Shahido Ka Noha Tha Uske Zaba Par Abad Kis Tarah Uske Ghum Ka Baya Ho Hume Bhi Sa'adat Ho Nusrat Ki Hasil Khudara Zahoore Imame Zama Ho

Sometimes in her heart, she would call out to her mother; sometimes weeping, she would say, "Where are you, Father?" The lament of the martyrs was on her tongue; how can the eternity of her grief be described? May we also attain the blessing of helping, for God's sake, may the Imam of the Time appear.

Hussain Hussain Hussain Hussain Hussain Hussain Ya Hussain

Hussain, Hussain, Hussain, Hussain, Hussain, Hussain, O Hussain.