Khoon e Darvaish

Ghaibat Ka Parda Uthnedo Jo Dekh Rahe Hum Logo Tum Bhi Dekhoge Yaad Rakho

Let the veil of occultation be lifted What we are witnessing today Remember, you too shall witness it.

Zulm Phir Zulm Hai Zulm Phir Zulm Hai Badhta Hai To Mit Jaata Hai Khoon Phir Khoon Hai Tapkega To Jam Jaayega Khaak E Sehra Pe Jame Ya Tafe Qatil Pe Jame Farq Insaf Pe Ya Paye Salasil Pe Jame Tere Bedag Pe Ya Lashe Bismil Pe Jame Khoon Fir Khoon Hai Tapkega To Jam Jaayega

Oppression is, after all, oppression When oppression grows, it eventually destroys itself Blood is, after all, blood; if it drips, it will congeal Whether it settles on the desert dust or the killer's sword Whether it falls for justice or at the feet of chains Whether it stains your garment or the body of the martyred Blood is, after all, blood; if it drips, it will congeal.

Karbala Ka Raj Hi Deene Khuda Ka Raaj Hai Khanjaro Ki Maut Hai Yeh Khoon Ki Meraj Hai Nauke Naiza Par Ali Ke Laal Ne Sabit Kia Khun Behkar Bhi Amal Hai Zulm Ko Maut Aa Gai Gir Gaya Darbar Batil Karbala Me Aj Bhi Ab Bhi Hai Lehra Ke Kehta Hai Alam Abbas Ka

The reign of Karbala is the true reign of God's religion This is the death of daggers, the ascension of blood On the tip of the spear, the son of Ali proved That even by shedding blood, action triumphs; oppression has met its death The court of falsehood falls in Karbala even today And even now, the standard of Abbas waves and proclaims this.

Zulm Ki Baat Hi Kya Zulm Ki Aukat Hi Kya Zulm Fir Zulm Hai Agaz Se Anjam Talak Zulm Ki Kismat Hai Nakara Aur Ruswa Se Kaho Jabr Ki Hikmat Hai Purkar Ki Imaan Se Kaho Khun Diwana Hai Daman Se Lapak Sakta Hai Khoon Phir Khoon Hai Tapkega To Jam Jaayega

What is there to say of oppression? What is its worth? Oppression is oppression, from the beginning to the end Tell the disgraced and rejected that this is the fate of oppression Tell the faithful that the wisdom of tyranny is but a facade Blood is passionate; it can leap from the hem of a garment Blood is, after all, blood; if it drips, it will congeal.

Zulm Ki Shehrag Jo Kate Khun Woh Shamsheer Hai Jabr Ko Qaidi Jo Karle Khun Woh Zanjeer Hai Khun Ke Ansu Bahakar Di Yeh Abid Ne Sada Shaam Ke Darbar Me Hai Binte Zahra Berida Yeh Woh Manzil Hai Jahapar Sabr Khud Rone Laga Baap Ke Lehje Me Khutba Deke Zainab Ne Kaha

The blood that cuts the jugular of oppression is the true sword The blood that takes tyranny captive is the true chain Shedding tears of blood, Imam Abid called out That the daughter of Zahra stands unveiled in the court of Sham This is the stage where patience itself began to weep And speaking in the tone of her father, Zainab delivered her sermon.

Ho Kisi Katil Ka Khanjar Ya Ho Damane Zameen Khun Ki Sulji Takallum Chup Nai Sakti Kabhi Har Gali Me Hai Yeh Nara Aj Bhi Darwesh Ka Tune Jis Khun Ko Maqtal Me Dabana Chaha Aaj Woh Kucha O Bazar Me Aa Nikla Hai Kahi Shola Kahi Nara Kahi Patthar Bankar Aisey Shole Jo Bhujao Toj Bhujae Na Bane Aise Narey Jo Dabao Toh Dabae Na Dabe

Whether it be the dagger of a killer or the lap of the earth The truth of blood, Takallum, can never be silenced In every street, this is the cry of the dervish even today The blood you sought to bury in the killing fields Has today emerged in the alleys and the bazaars Sometimes as a flame, sometimes as a slogan, sometimes as a stone Such flames that, even if you try to extinguish them, they cannot be put out Such slogans that, even if you try to suppress them, they cannot be silenced.